Treasure Island

sekharan pookkat


Cruel eyes


No time to spare
No message to convey
And no word to whisper
Meaningless this wait is
When cruel eyes
Focusing upon me
The smell of ashes
Suffocating
And the shadow
Lengthening behind me
When I am away from
The expectations of life
Fear fills up mind
To say
i am lonely
With my dreams.

Cruel eyes
Focusing upon me
Extending again
The life's real pictures

Submitted: Monday, November 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013

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  • Neela Nath (11/4/2013 10:37:00 AM)

    Cruel eyes are also keeping watch on us.This is the eyes of conscience or of just the polar opposite that is a big question for us all.Fab write! (Report) Reply

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