I brace myself as I start disentangling the knots, venting the furore and removing the muzzle to speak out loud. At times its jubiliation, at times bereavement; but perpetually a soliloquy, because I do not care to be heard. I am out to write my personal opinion, and that is in isolation to anybody else's thoughts. Forgive me if they are offensive and applaud if impressive, for these expressions are what my persona is designed of.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Walk on..
Color them
red, Color me white
Color us with your morning light
Hold back
them nerves, Let’s take a flight
Let’s find new horizons on a jet ski ride
Sail through
the river, Rush through the sea
Then park on the beach and go for the greens
We’ll find
our souls, As long [as] its whole
Place it back in and savor it to the core
We’ll search
the sight, We’ll fight the fright
Gaze its hive and sting its bite
What was
filled to the brim, We’ll devour till its wiped
Then get back our shoes and take the stride
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
In the deep
Lush
of fields and blue of Skies,
The
flowers with their beautiful butterflies
The
flowing rivers with boats and oars,
And the surf breaking on sea shores
The
gush of blood, the silent thud
Beneath a repose, the rover calls.
This
scrambling town with its auto smokes,
As if
intentionally it means to provoke,
The
jabbering folks throng to burthen,
As if their sole wish is to create
hurdles,
The
strength of mind, the will at its might,
Want to feel this flight, but alas! I
am not tied
The
glint of tamed and the warmth of kin,
The
sheen of gold and the élan of silk,
The
plush-ness of life, for the greens do hike
These hankering cries and the sleepless
nights
Impressions
have soured, Expressions have roared
Now the
words do flow, but my ink has dried.
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