Thursday, 8 November 2012

A Test

Unaware of my gift to write words in an unspoken rhythm,
In despair of ignorant bliss; escape the prism of solitude's prison.
My words can be my justice my aide in the time of dark,
For someone to see someone to read and even adopt a heart.
Because this is a start; a plan from the stars,
The whispers that instruct us will help us to go far.
This is a world shrouded by the cloak of death,
Spectres of shadows creep silently within our cold breaths.
A world unblessed; screams in every corner our eyes that see red,
Wondering if this is a final stand or if it's all just a test, a feeling unrest.
No words for the feelings I've felt; as we look at the world through another lens.
A life being lived in constant defense.
Fighting off the devils of doubt and the things we resent,
they try to prevent, but tranquility descends, serenity befriends.
If the cold waves of the winds could speak to us,
Secrets would be revealed to us that the sun would not preach to us.
Let this world stay the illusion that we love to chase,
May the destruction one day be something we never face.
May the ending be a fairy tale; happily ever after,
May God prove peoples doubts wrong when they say prayers are never answered.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

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