In the vast farmlands,In the cramped cities,
Color of orchids,Plain grey,slack.
The sound of morning birds,
Merciless blowhorns & rattles..
Talks of knowledge,
Controversial gossip.
Melodious ragas & chants,Head banging of rocks bands-wild romance.
Beneath the blue carpet,Above the carbon monoxide;
Thoughts running wild into the sun,
Others of white blood & dagger hold.
Cries' of a new born,silence at a funeral.
Celebrations of festivals,Murder,crime,rivals.
Facets of the earth- snow,spring
Volcanoes,autumn,tornadoes' swing.
Lustre of platinum ,of gold-
Apartheid and its ghastly woes..
Clinker of bells singing temple song;
Sound of death on the bang of a gong.
Love,kisses,sex;
The warrior is hurt-laid to rest;(the end of his strife.)
Her naked,sensous,angelic form-
"Ay a bitch!We'll have her torn;(she'll be my wife!)"
Engulf, Endure ;
Hollow me fill.....so i sink.
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2 comments:
love the last stanza..flashes of brilliance in the rest.. stick to automatic writing.. like the refinemnt.. but dont divulge from the original:)
good .. very good writing.... majja aagya.... keep it up... u hv a nice body of work shaping up.. with a mixture of satires and deep thinking and thought provoking poems looking inside....
smart ho raha hai tu...
keep it up..]
cheers...
--the devil
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