Its eerie in here,
Mystical , cruel canvas.
Painted in black & hurt..
Tainted with wrath , tainted with thoughts.
Vultures swirl,
Circus clowns cry,
Lonely chapel bell rings,
I walk through lumps of dead.
Dizzy , cruel canvas.
White blood flows,caressing my feet...
through the wilderness,I chase the smoke...
Run , faster , Till I yield. Till I fall.
The chase stops. The flow stops.
The ringing ends.The cries' die.
The canvas is white
10 comments:
Why the darkness in the canvas? A canvas is meant to be bright, and then one fills in the colours of life, no matter how sordid they may seem. To start with a dark canvas itself is meaningless, as then the colours will never show.
My song...my song...my song...it actually rocks, U know...I think it talks about death man...vultures swirl...see see!
_anush
This is heavy stuff actually. You seem to be quite the poet.
Well, you have a regular at your blog now.
Regards.
hey pri..great poem..very deep and thoughtful...didnt know u were such a good poet..cheers..
@vivek
darkness? the canvas is painted in black(read torment)..if u must knw,,this was a nightmare i had..so the "fall" is a pun...
thus the canvas in the end is still white.
hey, wonderful work,
terrific fluidity,
way ta go !!
ur into it..
hey, excellent, wonderful, terrific fluidity,
way 2 go..
hey,
wonderful work,
terrific fluidity..
ur into it ..
way ta go !!
Amazing... the exact same feeling i get when i chum...
Ketaki
this is ur tht nightmare....right???..very well described...
cheers,
cya.
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