The Old Warrior

-



 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Statuesque

-
Few clouds couldn't find place in heaven, So they made their adobe in thou eyes. They posses the serenity of year's first rain, A mystic thrall that humans defies.  The hark of winter nights with flow of a brook, The eternal shine of sun kissed snow. The calmness that brings solace to a soul, And yet they have the mischief of a wild doe.  Mesmerized and lost in the depth, An everlasting captivation that persists. All I do now is wonder in awe, That something so magical can really exists.
Read more

Indulgence with desire

-
Waves of breath crashing on the shackles of life, While the opium of mass slowly ebbed away, Long and slow erosion of time on living spice, While the illusions of 'me' gently castaway. Apathy of time gnawing my bones, And yet healing and filling my old wound. Fragile body with heart of stones, And yet numbed feelings like they have been vacuumed. Some hope to hold on one more second, A dream again for which I can aspire. Maybe this world has not come to a dead-end, Oh hark of night, let me indulge in desire. Dhrubjyoti
Read more

Sonnet 1

-
Somewhere in the woods of life, in the trail seldom explored, Between the mountains of lost love and abyss of despair. Of selfish desires and spiteful affair, Dwells a soul with a glint of hope and some love to spare. Existing somewhere between living and breathing, Reflecting and refracting beams and yet rarely soothing. Smiles that catches the eyes and still so misleading. A tale of muted lips and soul screaming. A ledger of all that was gambled but not all lost, Those specs of wisdom at broken heart’s cost, Sublimed those misfortune in the moments so soft, Transcending echoes in the hark of night, From the brink of insanity to freedom delight, Answering to those calls of eternal light.  Dhrubjyoti
Read more