His hermit has my imprints His fissures has my humid self His foils have my risen wings He is tired for sure He is trembling at shades He is not a tyrant of turmoils He is yet a witness to wicked weathers He is a timeless glass He is yet a time locked puzzle He […]
Tag: Deluge
Poem : Order of Death, Chaos of Life
Order of death Chaos of Life Death is due for a pattern That we see That we forget That we remember That we erase That we vestige That we refute Life is an anti-pattern Defying myths Defying algorithms Defying miseries Defying darkness Defying deluges Death to Death We preserve patterns We preserve whispers Life to […]
