Winds of Solitude..

Winds of solitude

by Parth Samal on Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 12:06am ·

Painted in serenity,
Portrayed in dept of imagination ,
They all come alive,
As I lay unawaken to eternity,
And as I dream to live.
Sunrise in the far east,
Across the nightshade forests,
Seems like a proudy light,
Awaken to take its crown.

Amidst of suicidal silence,
Apart the somersalting wind,
Untimed screech of almighty's heir,
Disturbs the beauty of stillness.
Cold & black the wind of dark,
Passing on tales of myth,
Still but wicked the wind of spark,
Burning away all the filth.

Ruthlessly marching,
Across the dead forests,
It mystify the creatures of fairytale,
Finding its way through darkness,
Returns to civil ages.
Whistling along silence,
Like some opera of thrill,
Singing the song of grievance,
It makes the wounded heal.

Dark in the moonlight bright,
Trees decide to haunt the sage,
Silent in the dark winter wild,
Even the fear plots against the courage.
Along the roaring wild wind,
Chronicles of nocture join the symphony,
With an unrhyming orchestra of a kind,
Still of the night hovers with agony.

Now its in mind,
The thoughts of Persey,
As he came across the west wind,
The imaginum of Shelly,
When he penned down heaven


To the original note by the writer-PARTH SAMAL