The Walking DeadA Poem by aruntp ThalasseryThe poem is all about psychology of Love and affection and its boundary...
Inside the abyss of pitch darkness,
Snakes of no form crawl's all along, through the seasons, lying deep,' In the shadows, between life and death. Floating clouds, smiling moon; dancing breeze, touching the heart, screeching Owl's, flying foxes, howling wolf's in the freezing nights. Inside the coffin, crawled the light; weightless , unlocked the destiny; Blooming flower's, spread the light; path leading to shatter reality. Sense's spread, crawling every direction, Under the Moon, through the mystic path. Seeing the past, knocking the Door locked; Opens the door, expecting memory sweet. Touching the floor, creeping through the dreams; trembled voice, echoed; widened eyes, rushed panic; voices from the past, melodies from piano. Touching every cells, vibrating the air, Strange, jerking the key's, Swallowing present, shifting it to past, Shivering nightmares, chilling night. Strangest feelings, crawled inside, painful, hurting deeply; wind of fear, gushed through minds; strangers on foot, chasing the odd. Roses are black, Eyes are Red; Nerves are freezed, jerking to the last; crushing sounds, aloud it seems; silence all over, fear and horror; Crushing the past, thrown inside; cutting the roots, no mercy; Nailing the coffin, hard as one could; Trapped inside, the past is dead. © 2015 aruntp ThalasseryAuthor's Note
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