Lucid obscurity of life

A moonless night;

A cold winter frost;

With blowing winds

in search of memories lost.


A journey to a barren land;

A walk through the abyss.


With rivers and streams and oceans of sand

in search of nights never missed.


The flight of an eagle soaring high,

looking for a meal.

A hooded angel lurking behind,

in search of souls to steal.


I walk with my darkness, hand in hand,

we breathe this tainted light.

My purpose in this hollow land,

wanders away from sight.


By: Viraj Belgaonkar


Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s