No Trace of Black Or Gray
Long and restless the days and nights are
An uphill task it is to endure the longest hour.
Worthless it won't be for the exhilaration we'll feel.
Restful shall my mind be, wounds of the past will heal.
An oasis of life would be the desert you walk on.
True would be our dream of relaxing in the fair lawn.
At peace would be my restless soul when I'll be with you.
I shall be with the one for whom I breathe, who loves me true.
Grave was my heart, it sought solace in you.
The words you speak, as sweet as morning dew.
This long and gruelling hour of darkness will end one day
.The colors will appear again with no trace of black or gray.
Long and restless the days and nights are
An uphill task it is to endure the longest hour.
Worthless it won't be for the exhilaration we'll feel.
Restful shall my mind be, wounds of the past will heal.
An oasis of life would be the desert you walk on.
True would be our dream of relaxing in the fair lawn.
At peace would be my restless soul when I'll be with you.
I shall be with the one for whom I breathe, who loves me true.
Grave was my heart, it sought solace in you.
The words you speak, as sweet as morning dew.
This long and gruelling hour of darkness will end one day
.The colors will appear again with no trace of black or gray.
2 comments:
oye tht pretty impressive yaar
i didn know u cld blog...
Thats great Poetry Shreya. Fantastic, U Rock.
Heres some of my addition.
"Life is a paradox, its an illusion.
Its up to us how we assume it to be, a paradise full of roses & champagne or a desert full of thorns & drought."
- Shawn (Sushant)
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