Saturday, June 22, 2013

I have something to tell you

I have something to tell you...!
You have been living a web of lies.
Lost in the castle of deception.
Yes, you're trapped, disillusioned.
And there is perhaps no escape possible.
Wait..did I just say 'perhaps'?
Stain my lips with the word of probability?
Ah! I see...hope never dies...
They say hope lives on deep inside us.
This hope carries us forward.
But where are you going?
There's nothing in there...nothing that you'll hope to see.
In the barren deserts of Time skeletons fill the space.
Skeletons who spoke once,
Thought once, reasoned once...loved once..
But love's labour's lost.
No love to water those dark pupils of yours.
The water has dried up..the sun is dead.
It's dark here, dark there..dark everywhere.
A excruciating pain beyond tolerance is filling up my head.
I can take this no more live this a part of it...
Hostile faces surround us.
Colours,green and red, merge into one..anarchy..sheer anarchy!
As I make an attempt to feel the feeling
I perceive the castle collapsing and burying you, me and everyone
Under its debris.
Time has run out.
The show is over...awake now...
But wait, do I see a waking dream?
Indeed do we wake... or sleep?

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

(Drum roll)....And this post was adjudged a WOW post...on cloud nine.....


  1. Too Good Neelima.. this looks like lyrics :D

    1. Lyrics.. really? Consciously didn't mean it to be so...glad that you liked it :)

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    1. Thanks Sugandha for enjoying the post...hope one day my posts will evolve from 'quite nice' to 'very nice'...Till then, do keep reading and critiquing :D

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    1. Follow me by your e-mail id. You will see the option on the right-hand side of my blog's page. Thank you for liking the poem :) Do keep reading :D

  4. u write poems too. aha, strangely ur poem is as good as your prose

    1. Strange but true, I consider myself a poet too :P..everything that I write is just an expression of what I feel..sometimes it has a cadence that you perceive as poetry and sometimes it appears as sentences that runs as a prose.. :)