Pangs

Pangs - prick, persist and decline

Conscience subdued without signs

The eardrum didn't vibrate

Eyes couldn't receive the rays

For the cold darkness hovered. 

Pent up Emotions burst of late

Like wet plumes drenched in watery waves

They shook the heaviness, raised an uproar

A new awakened conscience sprung

Dead, dark and Deaf was no rung. 

Lysed life to melt and mold

Bitterness bitter took the hold

Years Roll, days pass, moments move

Mere aloofness to adorn a few

For dead pangs laid the mew.

Smoothness cloaked the worldly groove

Pride lingering fresh and new

Killed everything left and due

The one who knows the reason behind

One is optionless but to bind the time.