The Wall

The wall devilishly grey;
I made it myself; so strong, so high.
Neither could I break nor could I fly;
Not a wall of brick or stone,
Made of intangibles-
Fear, despair, angst;
Left me cloaked
in a darkness infinite

I perish here of
desolation, not
stronger enough to
shatter the wall, and let
the light shower my soul.

The soul craves for
the hallowed ray, for
someone to crush the
wall into dust,
set me free,
show me the light.


A working professional in an Engineering firm, who was born in a countryside of India. His poetries primarily talks about life, emotions, relationship and nature.

Last updated September 02, 2013