tHe ApOcAlYpSe Of My LiFe
Dastardly moving on,
broken into a thousand pieces,
facing the world with no more fear in the eyes,
I reached the apocalypse of my life.
Fading away slowly,
drowning in the mistakes made,
mourning my birth,
I reached the apocalypse of my life.
Eyes are still open,
holding a mirror to the world,
mortified by happiness,
I reached the apocalypse of my life.
Glorifying the blotches on my soul,
with redoubled tiredness,
scabbed wounds all over,
I reached the apocalypse of my life.
3 comments:
well...aditi..i cannot relate with the emotion that you are trying to potray through the poem. for instance, in the first stanza itself you are saying that you are moving with cowardice and completely broken but you are facing the world with no fear at all. how can that be possible??
other than the anithesis in the first stanza ( which is a complete contradiction), the pain in the remaining stanza's have been well potrayed. deep...
keep it up..
:) buddy thats whr the pain lies..FACING the world with no more fear..the cowardice inside is not being potrayed in the eyes.
hiding from the world all fear that used to dwell in the eyes earlier..they've learnt to mask their reality
admire u for ur way of encouraging ppl to write..n mostly for telling me my mistakes
thnks a lot
i loved it....no matter how much fear we have inside....lets not show it....:)
and i am sure you took glorifying word from my collection....glorifying sadness....
caught u :p
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