I walk down roads of infinite density
of nights in candy pink
hues of mauve and scarlet
in hest I blink.
Of life and times bathed in
the white of winning moments
and....shrivelled silence.
Reformation,recombination
and regeneration of space.....laughter
.I soak in love, in white,
in black and red passion
truthful falsity in kisses
and torment.
Ravages of spirit have conjured
a tempestuous rage.
Monstrous agony in
disappearance and smile,
mirth, pleasure....silence.....
I rejoice over my ruins...
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6 comments:
well, a classy poem.....
to be frank, dint understand much of it, but whenever i dont get the meanings a poem , i realize that it has come out 4m a really creative mind....
its has something more than i can understand....
ur thoughts r deeper than i can reach....
just keep up the good work
well..this poem talks of life in miniature!..a fantastic example of how to talk of tough times and yet do it in a way thats colourful and positive,rather than depressing and murky..great job and looking forward for m ore!
too good yaar.
was 'musing'....imagine....the depth.....
jab apko koi gam sataye,koi baat dil ko na bhaye.ankhen sagar chalkayen,yaad karke dekhna hamen,kya pata ek ansu kam ho jaaye.
sorry .
its not original.
great poems...
looks like u were either overcome by the word hue'
or u were thinking of overwhelming ppl with ur 'gift'
yaar.too good
nice rushes..dunno really wat else to say...ur words are just rushes to me...hard to grasp but they seem beautiful as they whizz by me...keeo writing...sorry for not giving a big comment cuz i dont wanna spoil the poem with my words...yeah,this time i think my words aint worth this beautiful piece uve written...wipe the tears from ur eyes...wake up from the pain...dont feel it too much...and never stop writing!
-aazar
there s smthin of a straind schopenhaur-ic undercurrent that runs entirely thru....extremely personal n a soulful monologue...
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