poem by: Durlabh Singh
Written on Apr 10, 2013

Floating wings
Glorious forms
Destitute colours
Of toxic winds.

Having drunk
All the shades
Shine I will
Like a star
Bemoaning its
Cruel fate
Amid torrents
Of constant rage.

Gods of fear 
Gods of nights
Gather up
Your stifled fight
Gods of chaos
Gods of confines
String together 
An absent design.

Silent music
An invisible lore
Distant dirges
Of thundery pours.

Raining clouds
Under floating wings
Destituting the colours
Of the toxic winds.


Tags: rhyme, inspirational, metaphor, encouraging, imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Very deep poem .Very inspirational with good imagery.
Roxanne Dubarry commented:
Silent music! You address various Gods: chaos, and confines! I honestly believe there is only deity. He is called GOD!
Durlabh Singh commented:
Thanks Christopher for your appreciation-- Floating Wings.
Edward shields commented:
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Mystical and intriguing with striking imagery.
Julian Sun commented:
An incantation. What is being summoned?


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