A fire burns through the valley
A valley, that chasms through my heart
Deep into a darkness of despair and death
Where fire leaves Almighty's eyes on haystack,
Where man and woman paint houses alike,
And streams, unafraid, coalesce into a river, divine.
It snows in the valley, deep into the night
Unsure steps on broken bridges, balance lies
Which eyes have spoken into closed, cold eyes.
Flowers, crimson-yellow, blossom in the valley
They blossom and die; fruits shudder to thrive.
And every now and then, a tombstone appears
In my dreams, calling me by my name,
A name that never could have been mine.
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Inspiration : Fitoor by Abhishek Kapoor. Tabu. Aditya Roy Kapoor. Charles Dickens.
A valley, that chasms through my heart
Deep into a darkness of despair and death
Where fire leaves Almighty's eyes on haystack,
Where man and woman paint houses alike,
And streams, unafraid, coalesce into a river, divine.
It snows in the valley, deep into the night
Unsure steps on broken bridges, balance lies
Which eyes have spoken into closed, cold eyes.
Flowers, crimson-yellow, blossom in the valley
They blossom and die; fruits shudder to thrive.
And every now and then, a tombstone appears
In my dreams, calling me by my name,
A name that never could have been mine.
Inspiration : Fitoor by Abhishek Kapoor. Tabu. Aditya Roy Kapoor. Charles Dickens.
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