Some sobs.
One more of those explosive thoughts
another zing to many lives unexplored
do they believe in tales foretold?
Or they wait for events to happen and unfold
wishes that were and lived in many hearts
hopes that stayed young till not dawned
desires of looted homes beating for their owners
not yet dead still waiting to return in corners
years and years of deprivation of contentment
they wait in shadows for lightening to strike
they wait, it strikes and a hail storm erupts
washes off their hopes drenching them to their skins
they wait for skies to stop ruining them further
they wait with hands upturned towards heavens
crystals of rain washing down their bleeding faces
they have been sobbing and waiting since ages.
…aaho…a whole lot of unsatiated expectations and desires…crystals that normally tells about endless possibility the future has in store for us came true here also when the ‘crystals of rain kept washing down their bleeding faces…’
…the appropriateness of usage relating to ‘…deprivation of contentment…’ has such a wide expanse that anyone can relate to this …matters of matter, heart or internal strife…what else remain…I feel nothing has been left out…there goes the beauty of this composition…all encompassing visualisation once again …GREAT…you have really embarked upon the way to hit this contemporary generation with your poetic genius … love these Pritts … 🙂