Eyes of a ghost


Blues and solemnised all over
persistent greying blues oyster
the fury gloomiest pains
on a better no better place.

Arabic native disparity
frankly an ironic plain of comfort
where there is no comfortability
like a belly in a furnace.

Why is life so hell like this?
why is there while of no why?
sandwiched by the gravest sublime
a narrow escape to breathe.

Wishing to the wishes of dishes
ghost of a silence day
pray I don’t fall to the graves
lest eyes redden to the fate never wished.

The Village Thinker © 2014

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