The black the white the gray of life

The black the white the gray of life

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Unperturbed.




Image: from deviant art by Grawl


Formless, breathing with realms
Casting away slowly,
I believe you live in,
pools of dreams,
on hopeless pillowing.
Why do I feel a sense of belonging?

Let my lash a desert haggard,
Not one not two, close all,
Once into a slumber of plague,
Racing against the uncouth dark.

Vex me so much,
till the burst of dawn?
Are you a ghost of a broken child’s eerie past?
Or a candle inextinguishable of a writer’s burning art?
Or chronic fears of rue depart?

Else what?
Whatever be ‘o’ tenet,
You only thrive on tenses!
Unperturbed,
Bid bye my senses…

2 comments:

  1. Abstract to the core...will come bak to dis in due time...candidly accept that there's questions in my mind about the origins of this work...and comprehension has taken a beating!

    beautifully crafted...bt would be so much more wen i understand it completely....tc! :)

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  2. "are you a ghost of a broken child's eerie past? or a candle inextinguishable of a writer's burning art?" this line makes me ache and smile at the same time.

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