Embrace poetry as your bosom pal, and
swim in an exquisite linn of emotions
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✒️ An anthology of poetry and a garland of
lines concocted in my reveries .
🌹 Cover Credit : @D. Lawliet
I was sitting lonely at my desk, Striking my pen against the paper. Thousands of words were decorating the page - Dimly lit by the lone caper.
I hear a hushed voice echoing from behind; Jolting from the chair, I revolved my eyes. Darkness of the room collapsed upon me, And unknown footsteps from the stairs echoed thrice.
"Who is there" I shouted at the void The hushness of the room once again screamed. My nerves started to stiff, as my body was cold Paying no heed further, I crossed the threshold.
"Who is there I ask" I shrieked again; A sudden chilly wind gushed against my face I feel a free hand on my shoulder, And I see a red light ablaze.
Two red eyes approached from the dark And I retreated back, Dozens of footsteps echoed in the dark - And a silhouette appeared so black.
No face, no form - a figure so void Walked towards me with an aura of a dead, I shouted with all my might - being dreaded and dired from the searing fright.
"Who are you? Please let me go" I pleaded with fright "Do you not remember me? " - I hear a voice cite.
I was stupored with the knowness of the voice "You shot me dead 30 years ago" I was shaking with the sudden shock, And the voice laughed with deride and mock.
I started to cry with fear and dread And a sudden pain was shot through my head.
Blood splashed everywhere.
With a jerk, I shot open my eyes; The pen in my hand is glued on the paper. "It was a dream" - as soon as I thought, A chilly figure embraced me from the back.
"Who are you" I asked with grit. "You know who I am". " No I do not" I said; As the tredipitation inside me built, With a sinister chuckle the voice answered- "I am your guilt".
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