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.


  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/ misery.

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

  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. :)

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