Changing colors of the sky, Falling wings which once used to fly, Asked her eyes to shut for a while But they flowed and flowed like the Nile.
When the sky became dim And the stars begun to glim, She waited for the droplets of dread To dry over her cheeks without getting spread.
But then she met a night When those droplets of dread begun to fight With her eyes, refusing to fall, And her ears could hear the whispering wall. It mocked at her misfortune, Calling her by different names, by changing the tune.
But a day came when she gave up the battle, Nothing could be heard but a rattle, Which pierced her soul within And didn’t let those droplets win.
Now she sits away from the sky and wings, Never waits for what the new color brings. But she still can’t shut her eyes, And has turned herself into a never melting ice.
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I saw a dream of a floating corpse, Sleeping in peace, with no warps. I wonder what it would be dreaming, No commands, no regrets, but eyes still not gleaming.
Will it ever get tired of this night, And wish for a morning beam to enter its sight? Or is it better to lie in dark, Where birds never chirp, dogs never bark?
What if Endymion suddenly opens his eyes, Finds no beauty, no color and nobody wise. Will he choose to sleep again in dark, Or wander to see the change, what would be his remark?
If a body is sleeping with its eyes closed, The dream can break without being disclosed. While a dead’s dream is shrouded in mystery, No demands, no expectations, still a long hidden history.
Let’s turn this body into a couple of corpses, Riding smoothly over the water, no need to feed the horses. Let’s twinkle like stars without owning its light, Glaring far enough with proud, no quarrel, no fight.
No light, but a colorful night is waiting, Let’s fall asleep, without contemplating. Yours and mine dream shall be woven Together in the sky and beneath the ocean.
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Introducing a new perspective
I am updating this post with a little change in perspective. Previously when I wrote this poem, I had a different thought behind the theme. But this time, I would like to confess that the perspective is completely new.
I have changed some form and meter, but not much. As I believe that every time you read a poem, you can read it with a new perspective. So I didn’t bother myself to bring much changes in it.
This has been done in response to d’verse MTB. Our host Björn wanted us to bring a new perspective by coming out our comfort zones. Well I would like to thank him for such a creative challenge.
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