Saturday, 7 November 2015

The day it still haunts

 The day, it still haunts

Humans become submissive of a pleasant day
I slowly stepped out, hearing the birds chirp
My heart was pumping of day freshness
and suddenly struck my brain,of fear to write
My last night struggle shook hand some how
finished the writing part and my room was switched 
with lights and air filled from circumvolving machine
felt something is running in my stomach, realized then I'm hungry.
soon, dumped with pork, cooked my friend
sooner, sun felt shy, behind the clouds he hid
moon is peeping about to come, and stepped out
my tongue felt to taste bitter water and satisfied
my tongue; started my brain active
My friend and me started flying so fast in the air, there at a point something struck in the sky, began to fall we
horrible was the sight, mind of dilemma, 
pathos and cathos followed, shivering my friend terrible, 
sunk my heart at the sight, 
that day it still haunts and makes me feel wretched and transgressor.
                                               -Prem'S