The sinister spell is

finally breaking. I sensed

It’s days are numbered.

I offered my ablutions,

burnt an incense and

first in million tiny

moments paused and

gazed at the serene

smoke rising, I saw

the icy ghost of

gloom , staring one

last time.


17 thoughts on “Gloom”

  1. Beautifully crafted poem.

    It’s like it’s composed in the shape of incense that finally vanishes away with a whiff.

    Vanishing like the icy ghost of gloom which is the poem’s subject.

    1. Drac you accurately captured the essence of my poem, thank you so much. Yes i wanted it to be in shape of incense, wanted to create a visual of smoke and whiff. Thanks for your insight and kind words. Regards.

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