Again the smogy cloud linger above, curvy
track entangle me up, doom circles same
on top of cup, murk more downing mope.
No one follows in dark, mirror images are
lead carved, the present is exposed to coffin,
no spyhole to be seen.
In the map no mark is known, all
world is already won.Sun, moon, star
language not to be shone. obscurity
tightens it's grip on.
Frown daunt me, loneliness consume me,
darkness beleagured me, puppet life- not glee,
haunting thoughts take away my being. Now i
strife in dream.
Break-o-break the cave, my soul need
thrashing wave. light ray, grin way
no tear, my world wants to stay. Needs
these seeds my thee, just wanting to be free.
Prashasti Mittal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strife-over/
