Fleeting Moments

 

Pale sky imbrued 

with blood of bravehearts

as sun shines upon

lifeless bodies 

oblivious to victory.

He stood there,

watching the celebration unfold. 

His soul rejoicing 

and singing

the songs of triumph. 

He did his part,

and he did it well

defending his mother’s virtue,

till the last breath.

Now relieved from his duty,

free from mortal bonds

he cannot help but think

of who and what

he left behind,

Unsaid words,

unfinished love

unexpressed gratitude.

slayed by time. 

A bright light emerges above

he understands the sign,

In these fleeting moments

What does he think?

What does he feel?

Circles.

If only Life had a shape

one too easy for me to envision,

I would see it as a mystical orb.

Bright and beautiful

but sometimes twisted and evil.

No matter how high you swing

you end up at the beginning.

No matter who you push or kill

you often get what you give.

Coz life goes on in circles

with no end….and no borders.

Someone bigger than you and me

spins a thread around

this brightly coloured orb,

and never misses a spot.

Alien attack!

Hey everyone, 🙂

Its been a while, i know. But i am back …with a piece i wrote during a poetry competition when i was in class 7. The topic given was ‘Alien attack’… and this is what my 12 year old brain created.

Sirens blaring on chaotic streets.
Sky spitting fire from metal sheets.
Shiny saucers floating in the sky.
Creepy ogres laughing as people die.
Our world bleeds at their hands
as they trample and destroy our land.
Is this what they call apocalypse??
The invasion of our world by alien ships.

Enjoy 🙂

Yours truly..creativnerd

Our little infinity.

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My heart sings the yellow song

when touched by your radiance

like a sunflower beaming at the sun,

 like the clinking of gold coins.

My feet stay a bit high,

higher than the dew kissed ground,

And my head floats in clouds

whenever you are around.

Warmth of your embrace

eases the knots of uncertainity.

and im in love

with our little infinity.

Yours truly…creativnerd

PS #100happydays #day11

Evil embrace.

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Lost and confused

in the catacombs of emptiness,

I crave for meaning.

Chased by relentless shadows

of woe and misery,

I long for freedom.

Gyved under a spell of bondage,

frozen in sands of time,

I pray for release.

(Image source: Internet)

Thanks for reading.

Yours truly..creativnerd