Wednesday, July 22, 2015

"An Undead Soul"

Few bangs of her hair covered her furtive eyes.
Her prolonged leather coat hands she pulled down,
She was cold, but so wasn’t the weather. 
She was from the frost that bit her heart;
Red turning brown.  

 Well- nigh felt like the long lasting stroke.
Blood-curdling beat by beat,
The Quietus didn’t claim her and nor did the Life!
Thus, she preconized herself as “An Undead soul!”
The pain has to only repeat.
-Aditi Gandhi.
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4 comments:

  1. UnknownJuly 23, 2015 at 7:08 AM

    I hope she can trap her sorrows into the ink stains on paper disguised as words. I believe so because I find solace in these words you have written.
    ps- The line 'The Quitus didn't claim her and nor did the Life! ' somehow is my favourite one. The last three lines have been worded so well :'D

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  2. UnknownJuly 23, 2015 at 12:20 PM

    thaaaank you so much. your comments just makes up my mood so well. i wrote a happy poem for a change ^_^

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  3. UnknownMarch 9, 2016 at 5:21 AM

    Daaaaaaym this is so good aditi bantai

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  4. UnknownMarch 12, 2016 at 10:26 AM

    thank you so much daniyal! i just read this and i am so happy you read my blog. not everyone understands what i write, you know. :D

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