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
?

6 comments:

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 : http://puppymanohar.blogspot.com/

prats: danka

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

sift said...

shoon...you 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!