How soon The rains did throw you to the grounds How soon You lay prostrate, Found a crack within the ground to bury your face How soon, The walls don’t hear voice Then suddenly voices from the chambers appear like a dream These walls have broken down to give way, To the crowd You did lose your innocence But it was nothing compared to how the moon judged you differently previously, After that first kiss The numbers were few who told you to continue Then you did Now you have succeeded in throwing fire into the crowd They will cry for themselves They will throw their tears unto you They will shout every moan to the heavens They will mention your name like a curse And the heavens will descend onto earth, On a horse with scrolls And the scrolls will be spread even amongst those who weren’t part of the crowd. Even ghosts will feel your fire And be spread, your sorrows These fires will burn your sorrows into ashes The ashes will be stored in vessels And the vessels shall be shared, Like a cattle sacrificed on the seventh moon. Time passes, but the clouds don’t reckon your changing colours The clouds will turn dark And change into grey quickly Then switch to faint Just to camouflage your changing faces Hamstar.Invictus A crowd smelling of gasoline

A crowd smelling of gasoline #poem

How soon
The rains did throw you to the grounds
How soon
You lay prostrate,
Found a crack within the ground to bury your face
How soon,
The walls don’t hear voice
Then suddenly voices from the chambers appear like a dream
These walls have broken down to give way,
To the crowd
You did lose your innocence
But it was nothing compared to how the moon judged you differently previously,
After that first kiss
The numbers were few who told you to continue
Then you did
Now you have succeeded in throwing fire into the crowd
They will cry for themselves
They will throw their tears unto you
They will shout every moan to the heavens
They will mention your name like a curse
And the heavens will descend onto earth,
On a horse with scrolls
And the scrolls will be spread even amongst those who weren’t part of the crowd.
Even ghosts will feel your fire
And be spread, your sorrows
These fires will burn your sorrows into ashes
The ashes will be stored in vessels
And the vessels shall be shared,
Like a cattle sacrificed on the seventh moon.
Time passes, but the clouds don’t reckon your changing colours
The clouds will turn dark
And change into grey quickly
Then switch to faint
Just to camouflage your changing faces
Hamstar.Invictus A crowd smelling of gasoline

Anil kashyap

flowers #flowers# #समाज

Raja Ali

KHETO KI HARIYALI THI O MERE PYASE PYAR KI PYALI THI O JB CHAHU MAI MILNE JATA THA USASE MERE BHAIYA KI SALI THI O 🤣🤣🤣🤣 ©Raja Ali #flowers #flowers

#flowers #flowers #जानकारी

KHETO KI HARIYALI THI O

MERE PYASE PYAR KI PYALI THI O

JB CHAHU MAI MILNE JATA THA USASE

MERE BHAIYA KI SALI THI O
🤣🤣🤣🤣

©Raja Ali #flowers
#flowers

Ajay Kushwaha

✓"बहुत बुरा लगता है जब किसी के लिए सब कुछ कर दो और वो इंसान जाते जाते ये कह दे कि मैंने कहा था क्या ये सब करने के लिए..? 😔😔 ©Ajay Kr Kushwaha #flowers #flowers

#flowers #flowers

M. Acharya

फुलों का शौंक रखते हो तो कांटों से भी निभाना सीखो। कांटे तो खुशनसीब है उन्हें फूलों का साथ मिला !.. लेकिन फूलों से मुस्कुराते हुए रिश्ता निभाना सीखो ©M. Acharya #flowers #flowers

#flowers #flowers