Vision
Once, twice its beauty unfolds
The dark moment that chooses to live
Between my foul breath,eschews all laughter
Five virgins lay inwards
Each a parable, stoned and clad in stone
Marbled and cast in marble
Costly, yet desire seems to break free
Until desire has no price
Served in dual portions for contrast
Her life is black and white
A baby born and a child forfeited
One taken care of, one dreaming her life
For her
Living life inwards and inside out
Hair disheveled, and unkempt
A rolling head gathers no
Moss
Silent gravy .twirls in taste
Groans in the bedevilment of the soup
This is not the soul!
Protest, salty with the tears ..
Loses character
Detached like organs from my body
My lung breathes in tandem , searches for the other
my stomach groans for more ..greedy audience
The heart, that loads one breast more with the opus
Of the symphony its trying to sing
Sigh beautiful sigh your eyes!
Like algae growing on the wall
Like the lotus, that’s appreciated and devoured
One more day.. lived through the eyes of my,
Bete noire
PS- inspired by "jaanemann jaanemann tere do nayan" ...credit where its due :)
The dark moment that chooses to live
Between my foul breath,eschews all laughter
Five virgins lay inwards
Each a parable, stoned and clad in stone
Marbled and cast in marble
Costly, yet desire seems to break free
Until desire has no price
Served in dual portions for contrast
Her life is black and white
A baby born and a child forfeited
One taken care of, one dreaming her life
For her
Living life inwards and inside out
Hair disheveled, and unkempt
A rolling head gathers no
Moss
Silent gravy .twirls in taste
Groans in the bedevilment of the soup
This is not the soul!
Protest, salty with the tears ..
Loses character
Detached like organs from my body
My lung breathes in tandem , searches for the other
my stomach groans for more ..greedy audience
The heart, that loads one breast more with the opus
Of the symphony its trying to sing
Sigh beautiful sigh your eyes!
Like algae growing on the wall
Like the lotus, that’s appreciated and devoured
One more day.. lived through the eyes of my,
Bete noire
PS- inspired by "jaanemann jaanemann tere do nayan" ...credit where its due :)
posted by Doh | 5:04 AM
2 Comments:
Nice one..and a fav song of mine :) And thks for stepping by and leaving a comment in my post :)
Thx Shpriya !
the song was an inspiration all right ..Q being asked on hearing aforementioned song "What do they see thru those eyes" ? and thus vision resulted
Fizz thanks much for the kind comments !
hopefully the above explains how a chance comment or a song can just lead on to a train of thought.
Do keep ringing in the doorbell :)
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