A New Home
Huddled together with my guide,
its cold as I travelled,
through lands so wide..
left a far and distant realm,
the guide promised to take me some kingdom,
a place that my eyes knew,
as we moved in deeper with the changing hue..
the sky suffused with blackness,
through the sepulchral darkness,
the guide lead me to a body,
a body, a corpse..
in the charnel it lay,
lay peaceful without doom,
‘its me’, I said with dwelling gloom..
my body lay in ghastly wounds,
macabre tortures on my body formed tunes..
dispelling the somberness in me,
I saw the flower by the hay,
to its death which too lay..
pollen pervaded from its body,
some onto the ground,
some onto flowering plants..
‘this isnt the end’, said the guide with a smile,
‘its the beginning of a new life’,
‘a life thats eternal’,
my guide revealed his wings,
my guide, my angel, sleek and agile,..
‘its time to go, i know’, i said,
huddling with the angel i set off looking ahead,
back to the distant country,
undisturbed by strife,turmoil or war,
my new home waiting for me afar..
its cold as I travelled,
through lands so wide..
left a far and distant realm,
the guide promised to take me some kingdom,
a place that my eyes knew,
as we moved in deeper with the changing hue..
the sky suffused with blackness,
through the sepulchral darkness,
the guide lead me to a body,
a body, a corpse..
in the charnel it lay,
lay peaceful without doom,
‘its me’, I said with dwelling gloom..
my body lay in ghastly wounds,
macabre tortures on my body formed tunes..
dispelling the somberness in me,
I saw the flower by the hay,
to its death which too lay..
pollen pervaded from its body,
some onto the ground,
some onto flowering plants..
‘this isnt the end’, said the guide with a smile,
‘its the beginning of a new life’,
‘a life thats eternal’,
my guide revealed his wings,
my guide, my angel, sleek and agile,..
‘its time to go, i know’, i said,
huddling with the angel i set off looking ahead,
back to the distant country,
undisturbed by strife,turmoil or war,
my new home waiting for me afar..
nice flow of thoughts.. you can try buffing up your sentence construction.. the theme was really good.. all the best to the first Holmer in our family..
Oh..Thanks Praveen..
Yup.. I need to do that.. cos my poems sometimes sound like sentences.. I need to work on that..
Thanks for your comment..
Holmer? I assume he/she is a great poet.. But ..he he.. come on!!
Holmer??? who on earth is that?