THE LINE WHICH WENT DEAD

Every time he stood up, Someone conspired up. Inched towards something, Someone despised up. The legs buckled beneath him, Heart skipped a beat, ’cause somebody made it up. Made a quantum leap forward, But the rest assured to set him up. Ashen, snapped, deserted and dejected, Held his hands up in defeat, ’cause the Satan’s minions gnawed him up. Struck by a tumbling torrent of … Continue reading THE LINE WHICH WENT DEAD

THE QUEST OF EMOTIONS

Once in the shade of mammoth sycamore, I was writing down the canvas of misery, With the pen of bloodshed. The pages being crushed hard by ignorance, Which once resided in the heart of glass, In the castle of emotions. Spurred the attention towards catastrophe, The calm in the air, Passing through the passage of feel, Indicating the end of conquest, At the note of … Continue reading THE QUEST OF EMOTIONS