>The bells…

Wednesday, February 2, 2010 . 8 comments . Posted in General

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*Bells*

*Wind*

*Drizzle*

*Chant*

O dear dead, rise from your grave

Dark grave

Six feet, O you have departed lone

Cold shell

Once you lived as the king in a place

Peacefully

Sweet lass lay beneath the pastures

Bare sight

O shadows, passerby with its gain

Empty pitcher

Days in the life has been gone so far

Grand memoir

Driven out from the dark blue skies

Dead, O death

O flowers, bud your sweet thorns

Cover the clan

O death, strange secret fanatic

*Chant*

*Drizzle*

*Wind*

*Bells*

8 Comments

  1. Joe

    >Good one bro, its got a Gothic touch and the chillness of death all around…

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  2. Jaunty anima

    >Cold…that really was…
    Everytime I read something written by you..I'm awestruck..
    Brings out the Wow factor!!

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  3. Tia

    >WOW…death in all its glory….excellent piece…made me smile….:)

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  4. subu.ps

    >Death – A mystery of sorts, but thatz the ultimate destiny.. nice one N J.

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  5. N J

    >Joe – Thanx a lot bro 🙂

    Jaunty – Good to see you on the page 🙂 Thanx a lot.

    Tia – Death is one of my favorite topics too 🙂 Thanx a lot.

    Subu – Thanx a lot 🙂

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  6. Tongue Trip

    >painlessness, invoking and almost cajoling its end. romancing death and bringing memories to life. this is looming, grim and inevitable, strong poetry, NJ.

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  7. N J

    >Tongue Trip – Thanx a lot 🙂

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  8. Sweety

    Kyun, na hum tum, chale tedhe medhe nange paun re:)

    This is what I could relate it with 🙂

    Reply

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