Waiting For The Last Ritual

NilavroNill

The rain with its cosmic eyes

Keeps knocking at the windowpane

Trembling with each steps

With all her secrets in every drop, one by one.

 

The evening was waiting for the

Magical rituals....like secret manuscripts

For her readers. It was dark like prison cells.

Waiting in a row for the final sentence.

 

The room was empty with the silence

Of the graveyard, except for the legacy of my

Ancestral breath. Bit by bit.

Again, and again. Like the experienced leopards,

 

Before the final hunt.

Our time, Past Present and the Future aspirants,

Like the prodigal epics of beliefs

Is waiting for the last ritual.

 

17th August 2014

 

  • Author: NilavroNill (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2023 04:17
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    devoid of context, my appreciation is stunted
    but still, I am naturally drawn to your wonderful lines
    thanks for sharing

  • sophin

    "The room was empty with the silence

    Of the graveyard, except for the legacy of my

    Ancestral breath. Bit by bit.

    Again, and again."

    Beautifully haunting words, dear poet. The words are so potent, and conjure images of smoke that I have only seen in the dark. Well written.

    • NilavroNill

      Thank you so much.



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