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
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
the sweet addiction
of life’s fixes
chased by the soul
?
6 comments:
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!
Can red all the beautiful words blending into poetry here..
hmmm, should i or shouldnt i?
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!
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?
very articulate. Cool one!
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