Singing alone, on a moonlit night
The streets lay bare, stalked all day.
Painted in myriad shades of happiness and despair.
Tread the path that shouts unheard stories.
Yearning to be heard are strange legends.
Stifled tears of battles lost, pompous laughter of siege won.
Walk the seamless road that takes you nowhere.
Follow the trail left behind to reach somewhere.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
Your poems make me ponder...
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