little by little ,the shadows
kept growing ,from the corners
in that forgotten street in the fall
to those circles drooping below
the blank black eyes
little by little , gray began peeping
out from the shock of black mess on
that unkempt shoulders , so much
so a range of colours in that
spectrum of black and white
all absolutism of twenties were
falling apart like shrunken twigs
that kept falling as you kept shifting
like the cuckoo from one tree to next
the sea of acceptance seeping
in through the widening cracks
as age let in the flood of silence
unto the desert sands , a minor
cavalcade of cameline nomad existence
burying under its whipped sand
the lonely ever waiting desert rose
YOU ARE READING
Reverie
PuisiA collection of poems. It had reached #1 in #stair out of 55 stories and had been maintaining it since then till 09/09/19.
