April 2012 (4)

26 April 2012 at 22:33 (Poems/Poetry)

night human shaped
bombards horizon
first leaving dark purple scars
that vanish in inner pocket
of universe mackintosh
then switches off lamps
attempting to poke darkness
almost feeling its thickness

in adult game kind of way
steals light-heartedness from kids
we toss true wish in a well-shaped milky way
and hang over moon’s horn
lines written in diary
that meant to stay unread
it is not dawn
that wakes passion for existence
dread rescues our lives
until we decide not to dread

be a part of something bigger
than child’s play
brings balance to shaky shadows
resembling a handful of stars
thrown up in the air (22nd April 2012)


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