Monday, 4 February 2008

Vox Insania

Words conflict, words constrict
Words create, words captivate;
only syllables liberate.

Polychromatic tears screaming through torn dreams,
vibrant, emotive,lethal
like a Pollock canvas.

Ancient gallery full of the broken.
Endless walk into shadows that smell of bats.
Lets sew these smiles onto our faces,
lets pretend we are perfectly sane.

3 comments:

  1. "Vox Insania"??..hehe...paints a vivid picture of the poet's (current) mindset..hehe

    the last couple of lines are descriptive of americans; everyone grinning from cheek to cheek, its easy to get the impression that there's no poverty, death/illness...no misery.

    by the way, let me suggest the title for your next literary venture...let it be called
    "a goth in ahmedabad"...hehe

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  2. If you wrote this poem. I am really impressed. Will wait for more. If somebody else wrote it then I am thankful that you put it here for me to read. :)

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  3. Yeah, Praveen, this is by me. Glad you liked it.

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