It was dark in the evening
I was just a passerby to the place
had a bizarre feeling and halted a while
as some antique thoughts started to chase
The place was not a stranger
nor I was a stranger to it
still there was an emptiness
as if there was something I wanted to meet
I peeped and peered everywhere
searching the place lost and found
Soon my eyes stopped blinking
as shadows from the past lingered around
I tried to take control
but my veins started to frost
shivers ran down my spines
I was no more, I was lost
The last thing I remember was
something cold touched my hand
As sunlight flashed in my eyes
I found myself in a differnt land
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This is unmistakably the "Ethereal Travel". Liberated from worldly existence. I like the way you have portrayed it in first person, rather than being the omniscient. Really nice.
a conflict, a struggle to keep a hold on the life, yet, reach out to the chasm between real and not-so-real..
this poem reminds me very strongly of _Hotel California_, the Eagles song.
:)
brilliant..!!
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