Scared

Scared

A Poem by Vivek George Koshy

A noise stirs the motion.
The needed winds are a scare.
The shattered bulb;
a light lost in the dust.
I look to myself,
prove my way to the exit.
Furnitures hit, then
dreams collide.
The door is nowhere near.

© 2014 Vivek George Koshy


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I love your descriptions,

Do you paint???

I hope you do?

I can't imagine 'dreams collide'

I see you seek that the the 'door' but it's far.
I t is so sad to see such young talent so fed up!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Everyone feels like this sooner or latter. The scares of something can really hurt a person. And the expressions in this is beautiful nicely said!

Posted 9 Years Ago


nightmare.

Posted 9 Years Ago


you move in discomfort, furious winds, lights break. you question yourself as to what to do. sounds like a tornado hit...or possibly a nightmare...hmm i'm curious

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on July 23, 2010
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Vivek George Koshy
Vivek George Koshy

Kolkata, West Bengal, India



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