Raindrops fell silently from the vast, grim clouds.
The drops of blood, turned to steam by the inner blaze, now descending.
To measure the vastness where these drops merged
Would be to shroud celestial radiance in darkness.
Now, the ocean has boiled and dried,
And only the lingering drops remain, falling.
Frigid and silent, they bear a burden,
Suffocating in endless obscurity.
With eternal stillness,
The ocean slowly sinks into the void.
Shattered reflections fill the weary sky
With a lamenting hush.
Dissolving sentience leaves its barren remnants
Beyond the desolate horizon.
The dream is dissolving;
Only vanishing shadows smear the path of emptiness.
The ocean has burned to ashes;
The drops have ceased to fall, dissolving into the void.
Yet, in the amorphous eclipse,
A waning spectator still gasps, slowly fading
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A/N: This was imagination. I don’t know what it really meant, but I still wrote it.
About the Creator
Karan w.
Writer || Poet || Author
Author of "The Resonance–Two Together-Lost Forever
All worlds collapse the moment they touch the ground of reality—worlds I once created. Yet I find my bliss in the dissolution of my creations
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Comments (6)
The fact that you don't know the meaning still it flowed so smoothly and kept hooked is undeniable 👏👏🙌
Very nice, Sk. Deep inner thoughts from somewhere! What's happened to Maryam; she has disappeared?
This was so dark and ominous. I loved it!
Such a beautiful imagination..loved it.
Wow! Haunting and beautiful 🤩 lovely
Beautiful ♦️🙏♦️🏆