The Libation

A libation is much needed offering, sun-wrought made to the Sophocles Her glittering pedant shone with its hues of amber red, drunk with swiftness The father-sun duo replenished the glasses with water as to sink the sorrows of men into dark abyss of nothingness, Elliot read on the commemoration with star-studded affair of the woundedContinue reading “The Libation”

There is the past

There is past forgetful¬†of present and future There is present forgetful of past and future There is future forgetful of past and present   There is tormentation in the flame of mortality There is a flux of the moment but we don’t stay there We walk without any future on the stairs of time  Continue reading “There is the past”