Friday, 1 December 2017

Trespassers



Abandon this place...
It's a no man's land...

Trespassing would fail...
As you could never leave...

All it appears is hazy...
The fog appears never to leave...

How will you find your way...
In this barren world unseen...

Some torn paintings...
Across broken walls...

The paint of which...
Is damp and cold...

Tired windows peeping out...
The doors hold some "nothings" inside...

The ceiling is full of stars of dreams...
Which hide behind cobwebs...ripped!

The dusty tables gaze at shadows...
Of books that lie at million truths...

The floor holding walls upright...
Was playfully slippery once upon a time...

Now lies beneath...
Dust of time...

Some riddles across the walls...
Have become the pictures of the lost...

Toys wrapped in papers of dust...
Lie scattered like the early morning mist...

You'll never get anything here...
But you cannot leave without a tear...

Trapped whispers in hinges of doors scream...
Lonely places are really very lonely...

They talk of shadows and the light...
But not about how and why...

Anonymous people have been living in this darkness...
And innumerable ran away frightened...

Many wanted to steal what's not theirs...
Ended up being stolen of their breaths here...

A far away dream 
Becomes a nightmare here...

It's this world that has 
Never been so mysteriously dangerous before..

Don't think of crossing the barriers...
You'll surely end up dead here.

(c) Ravinder Kaur

 01-12-2017

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