Behold! there stands, in solitary bliss
A geometric grace, though laden with grief
Jilted with time, it yearns to reminisce
How four of its legs once seated the fief.
Hours in throes, evil moon does rejoice
Sinister, impales all with wax of its light
Hapless cathedra, it has but no choice
Naked, it wears on the plague of the night.
So walks in a rowdy brat, drunken too deep
To notice the desolate chair, to find
A step all too proper, he tumbles a heap
The creaking wood breaks, as he breaks a wind
He walks on non-chalant, reminding my stare
The moon's just the moon, the chair just a chair
Sinister, impales all with wax of its light
Hapless cathedra, it has but no choice
Naked, it wears on the plague of the night.
So walks in a rowdy brat, drunken too deep
To notice the desolate chair, to find
A step all too proper, he tumbles a heap
The creaking wood breaks, as he breaks a wind
He walks on non-chalant, reminding my stare
The moon's just the moon, the chair just a chair
7 comments:
This was plain Love =) The end was amazing
interesting.. "the moon's just a moon, the chair just a chair " indeed..
@S: "love"...yeah right. Thanks!
@heated: thanks dude!
@EsotericPromethean: Methinks there should have been more...but again, i have yet to become Shakespeare when it comes to expressions and sonnets
yaar ab aaya na mazaa..!!
i do own the conception of the sonnet, now don't i? ;)
arey yaar tum hi to mere inspiration ho
yaar aage likho yaar...
uske baad for kya hua?
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