dried silence like dead animal hide
cake of baked blood thick inside
cloaking the being still long after
the undress the caress and the kiss
.
smell of freshly squeezed honey
readies its long manicured fingers
to dig in and touch the sprout to life
but fumbles, fails, retreats
.
trapped inside, the beast roars
the silence smiles with silence
the blood, oozes in the warmth
the sprout screams in the darkness
stumbling about inside the seed
.
7 comments:
Awesome. This is vintage Shoonyata. Dark, deadly and dripping with black light, like a huge arm of pitch-black lightning. More sunny stuff? Don't even try!
pitch black lighting.... i llike that and thats why i like what you wrote too.... yes, dont even try anything sunny (ask my D200, she will agree :) )
Sahyadri, your profile pic looks curiously like where I hail from. Good shot! Welcome to see a similar pic on my blog. Shoonyata, your dark side rules.
Thanks PS and Sahyadri...and yes, I need to connect you guys together...you both share a passion for the view thru the lens, the written word and fort Kochi. wl email today :)))
Shoon, I guess I would be the odd one! I am for the sunny side! :)
finally!!!
thought the aliens got u for good!
ur back and this is reality
hey, why doesnt the beast ever make its way out? why is it always subdued?
M: thank God that not all of us are the same!
Ra: mon ami, aliens still have me. this is a ransom message they have allowed to be sent :)
and on the beast...best it lies subdued...even though this reporter had broken news in this space a few months ago (you, me and the beast) that it was found breaking shackels and causing havoc !
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