Ankur Shrivastava - The Journey

A rainbow washed away,
In a torrid rain.
An urge to fly
With clipped wings.
Beauty brutally raped,
Virgin body, battered soul.

In this weird world,
No surprise, I walk alone…

Desires burned away.
Hopes brushed aside
Dreams long forgotten.

Carefree steps,
A thumping heart…
Pain flows in the vessels.
Rampaging as a river.

A haunted winter night,
Remainig embers of guilt
Keeping me warm.
Notions falling apart.
Memories fading away.

A fresh beginning,
Every step.
Shadows chased
Horizons challenged.
On roads never visited,
Journey is the destination.

Ankur Shrivastava

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