A Gloomy day in Valhalla

This pearly grey dawn,
awoken by a rainbow,
or may be it was the storm,
kamikaze’ing my window.

Sleepless on my bed,
I peered though the glass,
at broken fragments of rain,
of memories withering fast.

As the sun failed to shine,
and the moon lay cloaked,
I stared out, at the world,
that stood motionless and soaked.

And a part of me that screamed,
ceaseless through the years,
was silent in my rain,
and all the stormy tears.

And the white rose of winter,
that stood strong in the frost;
Lay broken and naked in the rain,
with the memory of petals she’d lost, to love.

Now the rain washes my window,
as I ease my heart with lies,
while death is a place I visit,
each time I say good-bye.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

2 thoughts on “A Gloomy day in Valhalla

  1. “And the white rose of winter,
    that stood strong in the frost;
    Lay broken and naked in the rain,
    with the memory of petals she’d lost, to love.

    Now the rain washes my window,
    as I ease my heart with lies,
    while death is a place I visit,
    each time I say good-bye.” – overwhelmingly touching. I must say again I dearly missed your writing, reading it now again gives that special, pelasent mood to my mornings.

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