Amidst the subtle emanation
Of hyaline Darkness..
The pains convulse..
Obelisk are the wounds..
Smudging my dreams..
I sit here crying..
Dancing to shadows..
Let me live..
The world of Ground reality
A mere Hallucination..?
My voyage into the "dark world" continues..
Of Hell's tableau..
Vibes of pain
Hues Of black;
Painting strokes of blood..
A wampum leaps
Of an Alternate-corpse..
Well..This one's a kiddo amalgamated with hues of "dark"..
Wrote this on impulse..during class hours..lol..!!!
Dedicated to a friend of mine(Rajath)..Who seemed to have fallen a "prey" for the drools of "Dark Poetry"..
Twinning a knife;
The entirety of the travails
Breach of brief..
A losing battle..
With 'strip'ed knowels..
Thoughts of Blank..
Eclipsing sheer darkness..
Long Live the King..
In 'ode' to the 'cacophonicity' of an alloyed being..
Petals of her "Pulchritude" has conquered my heart(s)
My life's embellished in the blossom she imparts.
Lilt cadence-Cupid in sight(s)..
Ah..her eyes intoxicate-Agglutinating myriad delights..
(A 'couplet' to someone VERY special..)
The world becomes heaven, and gone is the blue.
No wars erupt, no illnesses subject, no hullabaloo .
Hand in hand, all is in harmony.
My eyes open as my heaven is taboo.
The world is dark, and all is askew.
Feuds break out, cries are heard, diseases subdue.
Yet, looking in your eyes I see my dreams in you,
And for a moment there’s serenity.
Look at her,
No longer can her
Emotions stay bottled up.
Sparkling diamonds spill
From the skies in her eyes.
Are carried away
In the wind to ears
Not meant to hear.
Despair envelops her soul,
No one understands
What she’s going through.
She sits in the corner now–
Slices of red painting her body.
Gasoline tainted air,
cars run the land
with no emotion,
choking on fumes
clangs and bangs
disrupt the earth
caged within brick buildings,
But close your eyes
take a breath
open to a free view,
to the wind.
Take a path beyond the tar,
you’ll find a painting
as mountains rise
above pearl clouds,
quiet clear waters
ripple in the wind,
flowers paint the ground
in luminescent colors,
the singsong of birds
fill the air.
Such beauty of the world
hangs on the edge
as open eyes
see the rust
but are blind to the rest.
Poetic Reverberation !
Thoughts,surmise,notions-In a superimposition.
Simply put-together as a "fusion"..
Would take this opportunity to thank Mr.Venkat Rangarajan..It was his "brain child" that invoked the following verses..though his innovative "Poetic Question"..!
It Goes something like this...
We use punctuation to separate words. As you observe there are no words above, just a list of 4 punctuation marks. This is the reverse process to writing poetry. Given the punctuation for the poem, you must weave the words.
Just one rule, and its to maintain the type and order of punctuation.
The next few posts are based on this criterion..
The reason that this is on the blog is purely because I enjoyed the challenge so very much..That i really wanted to retain these verses and savor them in the future..
Also..Its a "one-off" way to actually portray my "On Spot Poetry" skills..lol..!
*I take a "bow" to this wonderful gentleman..*
Reverberating myriad cognizance-Those Locutions!
Painting, hues of minds commotions..
Guess these are the generic "sensations"..
Scattered cirrus witnessing the chartreuse hue !
Aconites rummage, amidst the lush green meadow
Heaving emotions modulating-Makes my heart take a "bow".
A wind light..
To the love of things..
The words go on Pause..
Lips get Dew-sodden..
Zephyrs zing within..
Kiss..An eternal Bliss..
Waiting to stain the green earths purity.
Laying there they mock the lushes
Trying to reach for it, but backing away in coeval
Just like a child now wanting to make a noise...
Its the rain..
Clocks A Quint Essence
More brilliant as a blooming flower..
And in lieu to its glory..
My pen gets in psych..
Then it renders irredeemable..
The parchments' gleam shines bright..
Brighter than the lightening's lighted fright..
Those white parchments..
As I Lay uproot staring..
Gazing at the precipitations from above..
At me as they mock me ever so merrily...