Siblings of my tortured soul
Dancing to their grave.
Dragging feet on Existence
Life and Death fondle Pretense
The butcher comes out brave.
Every stare dipped in drug
Tethered to some sorrow.
Tranquil tremors mock at me
Apprehensions peep to see
Will there be ‘tomorrow’ ?
Sinking voices clutter thought
Mindless masks in place.
Lust-drunk fingers feel for her
Stealing across barbed wire
She blushes half-undressed.
20 comments:
And how did you know that I like meaningless things?
:)
Nice...
Nice blog...
& why there is hidden pain in these poems?
Nothing relays a sense of loss more than an abrupt end. Good. Keep writing.
not meant to mean a thing...but has a curious swing...a linguistic signet ring...:D
Lovely. You really are a touching-poem producing machine.
I just have to like the last stanza. How do you write so well? :-)
Sounds profoud :O I hate you for being able to write like this ;)
thankyou for your comment, you're a lovely writer too :)
and if i'm not mistaken, you also happen to be the friendwhowritesreallywell poushali had been telling me about. does that mean anything to you?
# clouds- Good then. I will have a permanent reader for my plethora of rubbish from now on. I have loads of them.
# caerulea - Thanks.
# Nabanita- thanks.
"pain is but a pilgrimage". Isn't it ?
# arsenik- Glad that you noticed the 'abrupt end'. Was an experiment on 'effect'. :)
# antigone-
Dearest damsel take one look.
No ring but hollow greets
A poison passion I partook
My road with Nowhere meets.
# P.C- I hope 'touching' remains the operative word here. :) Thanks again.
# raaji- The secret is to keep scribbling I guess. :)
# mac- You do better than this. Don't come down the stairs, Dear Lady. :D
# QLST - Thanks for your visit.
"lovely writer" is an over statement, I am sure.
You havn't mistaken me for somebody else. I am that 'him'. :)
And yes, it means something to me and, I presume, to you to. For me its 'surprise'. For you, I guess, 'an avoidable serendipity'.
:)
hahah this comment conversation is bizarre. if you had replied on water i'd have written this there, but i'm a little scared of replying comments on thecityinjuly because if i replied one i'd have to reply them all and i don't have enough words for that.
anyway. nice meeting you. and no that wasn't an overstatement =)
Permanent reader? Yes
Plethora of rubbish? Hell,no! I think you're being too modest.
# QLST - Ever thought of a good "thanks" for the appreciative masses ? That would do it, I am sure. :)
Keep blogging!
# clouds - I will test you with some very soon then. ( A devilish smile)
beautiful.
I will comment on the only thing I feel safe with, the structure of the poem. Meanings are often lost on me.
"Tranquil tremors"
would it be an oxymoron? They throw an amazing impact on the line.
Still awaiting that one happy poem
# panudi- Dhonnobaad. random chhilo ekkebaarey! :)
# ad libber- Yesss yessss. That would be an oxymoron. May be a bit of a contradiction too. And tell you what....it was done just for making that little 'impact'.
And 'happy poem' ?? Well I posted that 'room on fire', 'climber growing up my wall', 'curtain's call' etc etc . See, you don't even notice . :(
pessimistic.
and yes.. are you scared of death?
# mishtizaa - Pessimistic ? Why..yes. That's my 'trait', so people say.
I disagree though.
And scared of death ? well, theres a couple of duties to deliver on and then I won't be. I am just scared of leaving much to ask for actually.
Thanks for your comments.
Keep blogging!
"thanks" makes me feel unpleasantly cool, somehow. who am i tosay just thanks for somany well-thought reactions? i'm not accepting the oscar or something, that people are just "masses". so, ofcourse, idon't reply. haha. i'm weird xD
and doyou askfor permission before linking each person? and who has ever said no?
# QLST - the first explanation is ....ummmm....'novel'.
And yes, I generally ask for permission before linking up a blog. And I make exceptions (in not asking before linking) in cases where the owner is either too infrequent or too indifferent to pay any heed to such requests.
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