Silent whisper,
susurration of gentle stream,
disappearing in the fading distance,
a long night,
creepy voices,
fluttering of wind,
mind at rest,
fighting the storm raging inside the body,
peace is a heavy price to pay,
liberated soul,
unfulfilled prayer,
come and claim the body,
I challenge the Gods!
it shall not be!
Emerging victorious from the jaw of death,
they think!
wounds shall remain,
true liberation doesn’t reside in the battered body!
Inexistent,
a pound of flesh,
wandering aimlessly,
it’s no triumph,
a curse to fight death at every second,
tired and crumpled i am,
my imagination soars in the dark night,
hello poet,
weaving the strings,
creating illusion,
life,
pain,
death,
passion.
Love
V
Vishal Bheeroo 
Wow this is powerful, I love the contrasting elements to your poem…
Thanks so much Hayley for liking my reflection. It made the day. Much love 🙂
You’re welcome! It was worth it ☺️ You are a poet xx
I try to weave poetry from time to time:) Stay amazing always:)
Keep doing what you’re doing my friend ☺️
Thanks so much for all the love and kindness 🙂
Much love. You made the day 🙂
Powerful words. Writers can create whatever they want 🙂
Thanks much Alok and there are so many things plus emotions we create. Sorry for the time taken to respond and a relative passed away!
good one V!
Thanks much 😀
A lot of contrasts in there. The quiet of the night does get your inner poet awake, Vishal.
I am happy you liked it and true love the stillness at night that wakes up the poet inside us:)
May be you must take to writing the next episode of the story you started in the night too, and your book.
Thats true and some kind of motivation to me. I’ve neglected the book for 2 weeks from now. Will need to get back soon
All the best for that one.
Thanks much 🙂