Rested in a deep dark nook,
Of the immortal ocean.
Retired. Relinquished.
Devoid of any emotion.
Wooden hopes,
Already given in to decay.
Iron memories,
Slowly being eaten away.
Life and essence gone,
A dead world inside is preserved.
Doomed till eternity,
For unknown sins to be served.
Some seek after me,
It's more of curiosity
Less of sympathy.
Ship-wreck
Is what remains of me.
Awwwww This is just soo beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteits like led zeppelin, at first it seemed only words, "devoid of any emotion" but after second and third and many more reads, its AWESOME........
ReplyDeleteProfound. Loved it! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed curiosity that makes us probe into things of past, and to dig up past.
ReplyDeleteNice thought.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
well written, keep going
ReplyDeleteActually, I feel intrigued by these lines..
ReplyDeleteSome seek after me,
It's more of curiosity
Less of sympathy.
Does it mean that you like it this way or it is a subtle observation which you wanted to mention here. I ask this (and you can choose not to answer) because somehow I think these lines are incomplete and something unsaid has been intentionally not written...may be...
I could get the meaning of the rest of the sentences..but felt that the meaning of the above sentences is a little obscured...
Rest is all great... :-)
A lovely poem except that the end is intriguing:)
ReplyDeleteIntense...Simple lyrical lines saying so much...:)
ReplyDelete'for unknown sins to be served' nice...
ReplyDeletegood one!