Tuesday, 3 February 2015

A Cruel Hope

Like A Soul Anchored In Tempest;
Which Searches Shore Of Eternity In An Hour Glass.
Inside Flows Stream of Unbroken Monologue, Telling me
there is only smoke of an extinguished hope.
            "Glimpses of Eternity"
When I Grew In Pain: I touched that shore,
The pain seemed unending, eternal.
Still, I search for you
Like A soul anchored in tempest.


                                    -Praveen Nautiyal

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