I Was Late For The Sunset

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 I was late for the sunset

So I wrote this poem;

It's a peaceful evening 

Or so it seems-

Near the borders, I'm afraid

It's dusky, dusty, fiery and grim. 

The terror of terrors can't measure the ache

Of lives,whose innocence 

They crumble and break! 

The unflinching cruelty of powers entwine

To create a horrifying chime. 

Who will respond to the laws of time that fade? 

The earth shattering screech of the pandemonium is hellishly sacred... 

Rusty randomness of my thoughts, 

Artists the carelessness of my habits and tongue

The randevous of happy imagination and fated outcome. 


So I come to see the sunset, 

To look for an answer that lies beyond

In its absence I take my pen and write the words that pierce through

And ME they taunt...




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