Dark Mist
Dark Mist
It is tried in another style
In the edge of darkness, I searched for him everywhere
The search was in vain as he was found nowhere,
Meanwhile he was there…
“he lay down with memoirs of those
Happiness lost in this years as a living soul
His body had fallen asleep
A sleep filled with dreams
Where those dreams of his childhood
Which were spent in the corridors of never ending rooms
Houses which clung together different people under one roof
Where their thoughts and emotions would be overheard even by little whispers
Where those my teens
Where he found no love, an angel of my life
Or he lost it amidst the realistic life
Or where those were of his manhood
Where he sought upon all the treasures of men
Where he created empires from dust
Or When his life had entered its bitter end and the end of it all ………
As all these thoughts poured upon…”
I searched again and found him in that pitch of darkness
All those fringe thoughts ended
As he lay in the funeral pyre with those fires releasing my friend from that prison
That prison which had bound him, a prison which bounds all of us
That called upon “body” which bonded with a never dying soul to make a “livin”.