From Ashes to Verses”
In the silence of night, when the world’s asleep,
I dive into memories, in the ocean deep.
Words become my solace, in the dark unknown,
A poet’s voice, in a world overthrown.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
In every tear that fell, a poem was born,
From every heartbreak, a verse was torn.
The pain of love, the beauty it became,
A poet’s tale, written in flame.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
As the winds of fate blew harsh and cold,
I found warmth in stories untold.
In the ashes of dreams that once were bright,
I carved out verses in the dead of night.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
Now I walk the path of a lonely bard,
With every step, life’s journey scarred.
But in each scar, there’s a song that’s sung,
A poet’s journey has just begun.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
So here I stand, with pen in hand,
A poet lost in a broken land.
When love was lost, and hope had died,
A poet’s heart in me survived.
When love fell short and dreams broke apart,
I became a poet, pouring out my heart.
In the battle of life, where defeat was rife,
I turned into a shadow, lost in the strife.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
Leaving behind the past, every memory erased,
When hopes awoke, with new dreams embraced.
In the parade of stars, in the heavens so high,
I became the sun, lighting up the sky.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
Tried to gather time, but it slipped through my hands,
As moments scattered, like grains of sand.
Each word I speak, a story of its own,
When time betrayed, beauty turned to stone.
When love failed to reach the skies,
I found my voice in the poet’s cries.
In the war where life took its toll,
I became a name, unknown to all.
Now I write of pain, and joy, and strife,
A poet’s heart in the battles of life.
When love fell short, I found my art,
A nameless face, with a poet’s heart.
- Alok Mohan