The Door.

Posted by - Rohit

The moment I stepped in,
my eyes were held on to you.
You, my source of light, redemption, freedom, merry.
You help me breathe.

Held on the hook,
That abhorrent stench...absorbed,
Mortals piled, pulled me down,
In the babel of a jarring journey,
Salvation, I see in your open doors.

As I inch towards you,
Wrathful eyes of contention pierce mine.
A maze I couldn't fathom,
A fence of bones I couldn't break.
An escape is all I seek.

Rage and motive overcome these shackles,
through cracks of these walls,
of flesh and bones.
Every hook ushered me to your light.

I'm here right before you,
My hands just reaching yours,
But, they push me back underneath the sunless sky.
Behind the barricade again,
Salvation, I still see in your open doors.

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3 comments:

  1. Fantastic! Loved the composition! The best part is you leave the reader to his imagination of the door! :)
    Keep it up Rohit! :)

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  2. Superb work Rohit. Thanks for sharing this lovely composition.


    My fav lines in your terrific poem:-

    Held on the hook,
    That abhorrent stench...absorbed,
    Mortals piled, pulled me down,
    In the babel of a jarring journey,
    Salvation, I see in your open doors.


    In the meantime, I've tried something for the first time also. Read it at http://anupampatracontemplates.blogspot.in/2012/06/insatiable.html

    Your feedback is equally valuable, my friend

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  3. WaaaaaaaaaaaaaWwwwww . Dude one of your best work

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