Friday, January 18, 2008

the senses

can you smell
the empty spaces
that explode
in the mind
can you see
the deafening silence
that endlessly echo
deep inside the eyes
can you hear
the dance of pain and joy
as they make love
in the silent rain
can you touch
the fleeting iceness
as shadows walk
on your grave
can you taste
the sweet addiction
of life’s fixes
chased by the soul


Mirandian said...

I like the way the senses have been juxtaposed with the imagery that you describe not in the conventional way.

PS:- Would luv to read something which will make me laugh for a change!

Prats said...

Can red all the beautiful words blending into poetry here..

ra said...

hmmm, should i or shouldnt i?

Shoonyata said...

m: thank you, thank you.

unfortunately, murakami and woodehouse cannot be combined :(

but pl to visit this...highly recommended :

prats: danka

ra: my friend, dont even think... you should, you should!

sift said... are changing, i can "sense" that.
wither goes the earthworm, shedding its tail and shifting in a warm soil, touching a shrub's feet and coming close to another world above its head and sensing the drama within...oh why we all the tossing in mud, i wonder?

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

very articulate. Cool one!