Friday, January 7, 2011

The Prologue Of A Nightmare

Green seeds are sleeping in the womb of Mother Earth
The Witch appears in front me;
Her naked eyes and hairs blowing in the wind.
The dream cannot make me sleep anymore;
No drink can help me out of it because I drank a lot already.
Tonight I am traveling into the jungle of my desires
And looking forward a Brave New World to begin.
Scared; I come to know about the age of darkness,
Black soil harvests no more weeds
And my wildest desires gone far away
"Please Father, don't look at me like that."
All my hopes are smoked and turned into ashes.

by Vikram Roy
Dated: 8th Jan,2011 3:20AM




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    1. Please take and publish in your magazine, you are always welcome Daniel!

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  2. love it..!!! :)

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