Tomorrow will be yesterday again…
As, the sun rides low on the horizon
Silent witness of eternity…
Of what once was and never will be
And, we are quiet…
Forgetting the songs of silence
Violent in our devotion…
To false neon gods
We are all drunk…
Trying to find meaning in our self-created complications
And, we are all in mourning…
For, that which quietly died without us noticing
Yet, we shall kill some more
Ride on… Forward O’ soldier…
Success calls…and that elusive class…
While, the graveyard stands silent waiting for us to extinguish
Few madmen will keep writing…
And, some songs will be hidden deep within your breasts
While we run on in a trance…
On and on…over the edge…
8 comments:
"And, we are quiet…
Forgetting the songs of silence
Violent in our devotion…
To false neon gods"
what is it about words that can give a person goosebumps?what is it about written reality that strikes harder than the visible one? probably the fact that we are forced to see the reflections of our souls in the verses....i love it...keep writing
surreal..
deep...very deep...and silently wonderful!!!!
Pranav to CNN : "I was there.. right there.. when this was being written.. it was like..like..some alien land..something like an imaginary land..where all people were..they were all poets (of.. the fall ??)..yea..it was raining poets.. nd then.. I dunno..a storm came..I don't remember anything after that."
After listening to this guy Pranav, residents in neighbouring countries have been warned of this typhoon of a storm called,
Ritayan.
Sarah Wilson, Los Angeles, CNN.
Tomorrow will be yesterday again…
As, the sun rides low on the horizon
Silent witness of eternity…
Of what once was and never will be
And, we are quiet…
Forgetting the songs of silence
Violent in our devotion…
To false neon gods
bloody brilliant! I have to agree with Apeksha on this!
and the truth prevails....
musings characteristic of a typical romantic, stifled by mundane mores..empathies:)
beautiful..
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