Chaos, High Drama,
a bevy of thought,
Odd moments of terror,
barren chambers to rot...
Moments of silence,
moments of screaming,
that moment of trial,
and boiling blood teeming...
Imprudent and stupid,
"Gone Crazy" they thought,
hitherto uncared for,
lone battle was fought...
Illusions and Figments,
probation was feared,
For frolic and disport,
friendships were geared...
Whats learnt is so precious,
from those forlorn battles,
Happy I did it,
acting on that impulse...
P.S. Friends...I love you all really...But, couldn't help this one... :(
1 comment:
Words are too few to describe what friends mean to us.
Especially when that realization about friendship strikes us, brilliant pieces of poetry like the one you wrote, results :)
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