Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Travelogue























Pages inked of fables muse your scent,
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,
Queen to moon elves in robes swanlike,
What mighty heart did you let unbent?
Amid the cold love of dragons & pike,
Grove, hill, highland we could dwell,
Alone must the stars be if ever I wail,
‘On parting steps did I script my hell?’

   

12 comments:

Shadow said...

'script my hell' mmmm, more often than not we are where we are from our own choices...

Fareed said...

Insightful, Shadow. Howsoever, one can't help but reminisce of what could have been.

~RainDrops. said...

Wow. You have a very unique blog, like wow. O_O

Fareed said...

Thanks for the wow =D

Kay said...

those last two lines...and the single rose of winter fairytales...just memorizing

Enchanted Sophie said...

The last rose of winter & its fairytale,

AAha!

Arnav said...

Beautiful :)

(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

ahh, very well done. This pierces through.

Fareed said...

Thanks.

~RainDrops. said...

whats a blotter paper? o.O

Fareed said...

A paper blotted with LSD (acid). Hallucinations galore :)

~RainDrops. said...

Oh :)