Thursday, 29 May 2014

In this Pursuit

Its the middle of the night.
The clouds have embraced the sky
and the darkness has engulfed the land.
No light from the stars to show me the path
The path that itself is shattered and corrupted
from the torrid rains of timeless denial.

But over this ruptured path
Under this acidic sour rain
that burns my heart inside
every time it touches my skin,
I choose to continue this journey,
an ordeal to get my true love.
Even though the rain is unceassant
and the journey, excruciating,
I am ready to walk on it
timelessly for eternity
for my pursuit shall end
or I shall end myself

(In this Pursuit.)

1 comment:

  1. Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.