Poetry

December 31, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Vishal Ajmera

 

 

Resonance

 

 

Resonance;

of words, not sound.

Grief stricken, war struck

hungry cries.

Of children, of feminine folks

surviving a mighty war

survived a thunderous revolt.

 

Resonance;

of cold red drops of blood.

Flowing like a gigantic river;

in a free-flow.

All mortals now

aghast and laid to rest.

Merely few souls

with deep lasting breath.

 

Resonance;

of lovely memories.

Tangled with this place.

All twirled and twisted now

with

human disgrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vishal Ajmera

Vishal Ajmera is an Indian resident and a Strategy consultant by profession. Over the years, Vishal has developed a penchant for poetry and has established himself as a successful poet cum lyricist writer; composing poetry across several genres and encapsulating various aspects of life from psychology, nature to imagery. With contributions in several international anthologies and magazine publications, his journey in the ‘poetic world’ continues unabated. Apart from poems, Vishal is an ardent music lover and plays guitar.

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