A Self-written Metrical Composition: Mistaken + A sketch
Today, just out of an inner compulsion , I felt like sketching a moment that I have always felt so close. You will not find it something too big or astonishing but it surely is one of the deepest, rejoicing and enriched practice of mine. Something I just can't let go. Something to which I return after every stressful day. I don't actually relate when did the idea actually strike me, may be a few nights back when I escaped slumber and passed the entire night in the dark room looking at the darkness outside or may be a few more such nights back but what I know is I drew it just a few minutes ago and I already have a poem written by me that I may post with it. 😊
Mistaken
There is darkness outside
Not for a negative soul
Only the night
And its melody so sore
As if mist hidden hopes
No beckoning, no goal.
Glancing through the window
Of that old stilt house
You see a sour, crisp moon
An old, mundane tout.
Not a star of those times
Could shine for me so bright
As the now never trodden promises
I saw deep in those eyes
Enveloped deep in my sighs.
Awakening gloom is all I sense
An intimacy of the expanding cage
Oh! A star I do see
Shining as far as we
Outside...
In the dead scene.
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