Colours fade,
where blacks merge in to whites,
creating dirty shades of grey.
Focus blurrs,
where boundaries become unlimited,
while plunging ,
deeper and deeper,
into the darkest sea,
tasting bitterness of salt,
to find a tiny drop of light..
The point in time,
not remains static and frozen,
it enlarges in to a spot,
then expands,
spreading grey hues around,
engulfing all placid moments,
in to its hollow throat,
leaving behind a vaccuum,
entrapping existence,
in its invisible caves..
Noiseless cries suppressed,
boiling and bubbling,
unable to release the vapours.
Formless words die before born.
Rains desert summers,
winds abandon the air.
Heat struggles to melt,
and condense in to some density..
Claws penetrating the skin,
cause no pain,
ooze no blood..
Each cell of body separate from each other,
scream for serenity.
Finally,
all shades when coalesce,
form the true colour, the death.
blacks when rotates,
forms an eternal white,
of abrupt tranquility..
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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Grey, are you talking about compromises maya?
ReplyDeletethe poem makes me think of my own life-
the black/white life in the black hair times
the grey/grey life in the grey hair times.
thank you.