Stiletto
I
He waited for them,
But they never came .
In the ceremony of words,
the cards were never sent to
the alphabets.
And he sat , lonely ,
without those guests .
A blank page , a vacant gaze.
And moments conspired to
Poison him slowly.
On his last breath ,
He wrote , ...
We conclude ,
Pauses punctuated him to
Death.
II
He invited them ,
But they denied.
and he slit his own wrist.
Failed , deranged.
The so called alternatives
robbed the soul that remained.
They stabbed him ,
All over.
Blood diluted the pigments
Of creation.
Did someone ever say ,
Words are blunt ?
SoUmY@
P.S.-- Rajarshi's "Poetic Prose" has cast its influence here.
He waited for them,
But they never came .
In the ceremony of words,
the cards were never sent to
the alphabets.
And he sat , lonely ,
without those guests .
A blank page , a vacant gaze.
And moments conspired to
Poison him slowly.
On his last breath ,
He wrote , ...
We conclude ,
Pauses punctuated him to
Death.
II
He invited them ,
But they denied.
and he slit his own wrist.
Failed , deranged.
The so called alternatives
robbed the soul that remained.
They stabbed him ,
All over.
Blood diluted the pigments
Of creation.
Did someone ever say ,
Words are blunt ?
SoUmY@
P.S.-- Rajarshi's "Poetic Prose" has cast its influence here.
Comments
i esp loved the first part the void was so evident
good one :)
Hurts deep, but then its understandable... !
Awesome. Your touch is inimitable!
But they never came ."
'Tell them I came..
That I kept my word'....
"On his last breath ,
He wrote , ...
We conclude ,
Pauses punctuated him to
Death."
Stunning.