Saturday, November 3, 2007


when the pain becomes
colorful joy
seeping thru goose pimples
when the same joy eats
up your soul
peeling raw skin
moments of
total destruction
shaking the dead gods alive
from their slumber
killing those alive
dancing on their ashes
pure uncontaminated
bright colorful darkness
caught in
momentary timeless void
deep within


Prats said...

nice one...never did think of so many things, that could be part of a void...

ra said...

for some reason, this one has left me in a spin.

perhaps not the mother of paradox, but a gift from pandora.

Shoonyata said...

prats: it is all this and many friend has done part of his PhD research on this concept!

ra: a child, i have deliberated whether i would or not open her box if i happen to get it today!

kammommy said...

colourful void is just want i want......nice( my mother says nice is a cliche)

Nags said...

i wish i cud understand poetry..

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

simply awesome :)
I can relate to this in so many ways.