Fractionated Second
Sentiment evaporating,
Wind's strong vitality drying any awakening,
Old memory eating the time,
Fractured sight trying to catch
The glimpse of the light up to the point, where
It starts melting down,
That light is broken up into a rainbow of colors,
Those colors in a given reason to create a new one,
Tangled thought churning
Any aching mind,
Voice being like a crushed green velvet,
while reaching its echoes,
Old words being disorderly heard everywhere,
While scratching the memory.
Tears leaving the eyes, and washing the scars of the soul,
When the soul keeps frozen the fractionated second,
A body is a self-aware machine,
In its time of need to protect its existence.
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just a fraction of a second..if its tears, its okay but if its for the rainbow..for the love..it should be forever... nice lines MM
Hmm…contemplative occult poem… Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
An abstract verse full of reflection. Not allowing past to influence present is liberation. Liked the verse much.
another fantastic one its a very good write and some of u r lines are really very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Our fractured sight trying to catch...The glimpse of the light'.Few lines in this write are composed brilliantly. Once again your write is touching and moving.