Drunken wine bottles sprawled ,
Across the polished floor,
Wave of Sadness crawled,
Into her fragile heart .
Echoing screams of voices,
Haunting of Dreadful Past,
Halt her from making choices,
Of the Future Ahead.
Serenity Wave blew through the window ,
Filling her room with a sweet delight,
Filling the heart of Widow,
With few moments joy and peace.
Again ambiguity filled in her heart,
Irony mocked at her with a smirk,
Strikes her with venomous dart,
Leaving her aghast.
Fate mocking her with a smile,
Making her wonder for a while.
"How can dark night's white moon,
make her heart heart filled with hope,
By telling her not to give up soon?"
Irony chuckled at her conflict.
Ignoring the pain,
She say goodbye to memory lane.
Though her wounds are fresh,
But she had a life to start afresh.
When I was writting this poem, I was imagining of a drunken heartbroken woman by window
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Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
