Sunday, May 04, 2014

Let Hope Be My Chauffeur

acrid thorns
burn against bleeding wounds
red, dark
and a fire
swallows moments
we preserved in hour-glass
not so long ago

dramatic
defines our tale
we smile and laugh
and behind the curtain
in closeted premises
of disheartening doom
love finds another fake room

 quarantine me
my fever of distrust
and fragmented lies
knows not a vent
poison seeping out
through tired vessels

I close my eyes, and my mind
dreams will be my savior
today, those broken glasses scream
tomorrow, let hope be my chauffeur






14 comments:

  1. Loved the second verse. so true!

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  2. "my fever of distrust
    and fragmented lies" - Superb lines Amrit :)

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  3. with hope still
    how can we go wrong...
    let those dreams carry you on
    as a balloon....

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  4. my mumme used to say ... no use to cry over a glass of spilled mik, because broken glass brings luck ... smiles

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  5. Hope is the chauffeur that takes life forward despite everything! Beautifully written :)

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  6. In love with the closing lines...
    "let hope be my chauffeur:"

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  7. Oh man you are brilliant! Mindblowing this was. What beautiful lines, what a wonderful flow.

    I AM JEALOUS!!

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    1. No no no no ... it's the other way round, with me being jealous of your writings ;-)

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