Its dusk
The weight of light settling down
on my shoulders as with
sights they are running away,
My fists still devoid
of the touch of calm as
as it is life they hold on to
The sky an unmovable object
bearing down ominously
as with its knowledge i wake
A rotten apple in everyone's cradle
Too many were too sweet to give away
as most things in life,
hang by that thread
The weight of light settling down
on my shoulders as with
sights they are running away,
My fists still devoid
of the touch of calm as
as it is life they hold on to
The sky an unmovable object
bearing down ominously
as with its knowledge i wake
A rotten apple in everyone's cradle
Too many were too sweet to give away
as most things in life,
hang by that thread
Loved it... especially the last line...hopes do hang in my kitty much like those apples... too luring to let go yet too sombre to live with
ReplyDeletethank you neha..we are holding on....and will...ours or nobody's
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