The Ring

It is one of my quite old writings...still sometimes, when it rains (like it is raining here today through the morning), i like to read it out...

It was raining, raining hard,

Raining through obscured memories;

Walked further through the rainy street

hinted towards a yellow scanner,

Trying to gaze upon the emptied dark

Once which gave birth to a dream;

Nothing was visible though as it is enshrouded

Making an end to uprooted veins…

Water splashed and things started

to stumble upon as

tried I to fall back the street,

the dark side behind me

Has reformed a shape,

It’s no more empty, looking like a ring

Gathering  smeary faces; fading away

With rain drenching all the dry cells

Wasted I little time to find hole inside

to scrape through my existence

but only to reach the corners

building the circle,

In utter disbelief, tried

and tried only to contemplate

the forbidden sin…slowly enjoying a

sarcastic pleasure;

as my senses remained there

coalescing with rain drops; engulfing

the dream,

enshrouded again !

Author's Note

This is my first writing given to this blog...It is one of my quite old writings, but still sometimes, when it rains (like it is raining here today through the morning), i like to read it out...hope you would enjoy reading it...
Any kind of comments and suggestions are welcome. :)

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

but only to reach the corners
building the circle,
In utter disbelief, tried
and tried only to contemplate
the forbidden sin…slowly enjoying a
sarcastic pleasure;

brilliant abstract :)