DAUNTING DUST

 

Enveloped walls gawp and glint at my misfortune…

Where blue d’light is barred; concealed in ceased freedom.

Where flaps are bolted but windows peek,

And disentangle my essence in the venomous vapors.

Brute about me tails like a shady shadow,

Lets me not harness a variation from tedium…

Witness about ye ‘roused, novel fads and ideologies

have ascended from dusky deceased divans.

But my eyes can only drop a tear and weep in drizzling pillows…

In daunting nights; in the dimness of broken reveries,

Instead of a lullaby, molten soft iron beats hard on mellow beats…

Thus tell them that I’m the zombie; the one,

Whose métier kindles every time faintness bangs.

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Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

But my eyes can only drop a tear and weep in drizzling pillows…
In daunting nights; in the dimness of broken reveries,

These lines encapsulate and set the mood to unravel the mixture of metaphors. Word-play is delightful.

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.

[Haneefah]

So heart melting Tazeen......

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Thank you.