Reality emerges.Harsh,cruel and derogatory.
Love has lost. Evil triumphed.
The warrior lost the battle.
He had no armoury.
Just a dream - the dream of victory.
Mistook foes as friends.
Lost ambition in wine,lust and enjoyment.
The warrior is wounded. Deeply. In body and soul.
Death refuses to take him.
The nasty creature that he is.
Life and death, both, elude him.
To the world, he is a lost warrior.
In his heart, amidst all darkness, there is a little shimmer.
Of hope.
Of regaining the lost paradise.
The penance must begin.
Like a phoenix must the lost warrior rise.
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seems like it
it great conversing with oneself that too in abstract tongue.
I loved the line where u talked abt both Life & Death eluding him. So many times I've felt like that, under different situations. I could relate so much to this one. Thanks for writing this and hey, keep writing always!
Merry Christmas and a very happy new year to ya! :)
Love
Keshi.
"Death refuses to take him.
Life and death, both, elude him."
it was like you were singing a beautiful song. i could picture it and its like u were creating art... loved those lines
and the verse itself is amazing.... whatever made you write these lines... i hope it makes u rise... with the enchantment, strength and beauty of the Phoenix :)
wishes :)
take care and keep writing..........
Life,mostly,is harsh.
Thanks !
Thanks :)
I too hope the same.
Glad to have you here. And gladder to know you liked this.
Wish you happier times ahead !
Thanks !!!!
Yes...Who knows it better than you ?