Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Pyre Of Senses


Essence of the invigorating blue sky
Assaults my senses…
I feel them burning inside
Unable to tear away…
From the sun reflected in the innocent clouds
Like a deer caught in a spotlight

The unsatisfied desire for hunger…
The unfulfilled hope…I will feel…
I feel my senses burning inside
Yet, I have found an oasis of peace
But, I can’t drink…
I have been tied to the edge of my angel

The canopy of green beauty
Insults me, they torture me
Filling me with visions of the sky
After clipping my wings…
A cruel glimpse of infinity
Just to remind, that I am cursed

Dreams they came and went
I am left standing
Bloody torn shreds of flesh
Faith has left me cold…my heart in the grave
I stand alone…I can feel
The smell of burning senses

2 comments:

Apeksha said...

dark....like a cadaver filled with words and made to speak....its so...helpless...yet peacefully numb...though i would not approve of dark poems coming from you which i have told you before....i must say....you have your soul in your words....keep writing

Akansha~transforming dreams into reality said...

Hmmm...u kno wat bhaiya...the pain n anguish tht is reflected in every nuk n corner of the poem reminds me of how life can gt if it is nt perceived frm an optimistic angle...hv experienced it so kno how dark it can gt if u dun let love and happiness of today replace the sorrow of the past...

The canopy of green beauty
Insults me, they torture me
Filling me with visions of the sky
After clipping my wings…
A cruel glimpse of infinity
Just to remind, that I am cursed

this particular stanze...seriously rocks...the bondage expressed out here is soo very touchin tht it gives me a clear cut pic of the pain tht one has to confrnt whn love back-stabs u...hmmm cant say much abt love...as m still a learner...bt thn yea lemme tell u tht ths facet of ur soul translated into wrds speaks a story...and i wish i cud change it fr somethin better thn the best...:)