Bare branches, knotted and gnarled.
Framed against an austere and bleak sky
A wind blows from here to nowhere.
<>The ground seems to have frozen over
No sign of the lively green anywhere
Just the quiet and heavy blanket of white
Life put to sleep, dreaming of sunnier days.
One solitary being, seeking warmth, so it seems…
Labored breath and lifeless movements…
An angel in rags coated with flakes of winter snow.
What mystery hides behind those listless eyes..
Of money, friends, family or love…
Which be the reason for his falling from grace..
The cold seems to be courting death…
Life, dulled into an endless slumber..
N yet, the face deceivingly peaceful and calm..
Resigned to fate, he beckons the end.
4 comments:
real good, this is..
And somehow i would always like tp read this instead of your alter ego..this feels more you..
I wud like to differ ....I think Rahul ur alter ego is better....this sad rahul trying to find meaning in life & all is just not happening!!!
@ups: this is the real me.. agreed.. very moody.. dark n morbid. my alter ego was started for a diff purpose.
@sam: i already told u..the other series is just to get the hang of discussin various topics and writing abt it...accept it.. this is me!
:))
Im really disappointed....but pls let ur alter ego emerge whenever you meet me.....reserve the dark ' 'true' side for others!!:)
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