Point blank guessing what to do
As we cruise our way through
Every line tends to bend
This road doesn't seem to end.
Our smoke haloes the horizon
Evening marks the end of morning sun
But glances chase into the infinity
With hand of friend is hand of dignity
Its night but no darkness yet
Our words have no spaces left
Cross fades every voice in the song
Who believes in the haze of dawn?
In a shot i find the blend
Purple, sand, green and my friends
This pause has a dream in it
Scriptures might bring it.
On the lakes and on the peaks
Ducks, ferns, cold and fragility
Plunge into the pool of thoughts
And i recover the souls i have got.
With smile the story starts
Another trip of narration embarks
The ghosts and the gods pass
But every moment of enigma lasts.
Abhay
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The poem forms nice images but somehow i feel that the thoughts are scattered.
Try clubbing similar thoughts and build a chain of thought making smooth shifts in the mood of the poem.
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