Friday, April 27, 2012

The dark horde

In the silent, calmly violent corner,
Of the deluded reach of my eyes,
I find a sudden uprising of sorts,
Bubbling little shapes of all sizes,
Seen from a distance like a horde,
Sounds of swords smashing shields,
Almost heard by the sheer upsurge,
And the vivid explosive changes -
Of their forms against the deep blue,
Backdrop of the late evening sky,
The sizes of their heads growing,
With every tiny passing moment,
Nudging the realization of their rush,
Towards me into my fading cognition,
A second here or there, I might say,
But surely it happened that they,
Were upon me with all their might,
I heard no sounds, just felt them,
As goose bumps forming over my skin,
They passed on, over me, through me,
Fading on the other side of the fence,
Leaving me staring into the blue sky,
Yearning yet again that tomorrow,
Around the same time of the day,
They would come around the same way,
And this time they will crush me...
I find myself on the verge of praying,
For them to be real for just one dusk,
To take me away into their dark rage,
Over and across the wet weak fence,
Into a star sprinkled night of substance,
To wait across the horizon for sunset,
And then to rush from the distant sky,
To raid upon another silent lost soul,
And show him the way to be one of us.

-Anubhav

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