Rusty Time Broken Hours Poem by Maahi Priyanka Raj

Rusty Time Broken Hours

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Rusty time broken hours

Rusty time alarmed so momentarily
Haven't yet completed my snooze
Neither permitted to send morning wishes
Horrifically grasped in the broken hours

Moments were created of staleness
At stranger's path in bleak darkness
Handed over black days of starkness
Without compromising on stakes of sourness

Oh! I didn't get to measure pace of curse
Life got flamed in chunks of charcoal
Leaving stain on half burnt logs of dreams
Wrecked ship deck finally sinks to bottom

Dust of memories layers on the sand
Holding up well, hauling pieces of eroded invitation
Waving it's final goodbye to decaying age
Across the noisy shores, a distant memory resounding!
"Be beware! Collect your dreams to live on time".

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Rusty Time Broken Hours
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: experience,life,nostalgia
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
There comes a time when it struck your rusty days of life recollecting all of the broken days making you realize that you might have lived your dreams instead now regretting for old good times to live now.Sometimes there comes a time when world gets quiet and your heart listens all the sounds meant for living the moments of your life.

Priyanka Raj
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 02 April 2019

Sometimes there comes a time when world gets quiet and your heart listens all the sounds meant for living the moments of your life. Dust of memorieslayers on the sand.. waving final goodbye to the decaying age.. be aware. collect your dreams ha, lovely. tony

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