I wrote what you said on the piece of paper
heard every word and spelled it out
to write it on to the paper again
each word passing through me
the blood through the veins
each vein and each thought carrying your words as though they were mine
and then they leave me to sit and stare
with the smile on their face
the memory of the trip they just had
till the ashes blur the vision
and the paper gets burnt
and i take the smoke in
and smell it
just to let it out
my eyes fixed on to the ground
and my ears try to dispose of the cigarette butt
over the fading sound of your footsteps !
It IS the neurosis of the intestine .Sadly its fatal and leads to obsessive compulsive disorders where all one does is think through the intestine. Read ON !
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Confessions of the teenage Drama Queen - II
The Vomit of thoughts
the spirit that passes through the body
to give me the heightened sense
The trip made to the moon and the stars
the starring back at the world left behind
the spirit which moves with the blood
the making of the new blood
a new me
a new you
the transfer and the absorption
of a new world inside me !
the spirit that passes through the body
to give me the heightened sense
The trip made to the moon and the stars
the starring back at the world left behind
the spirit which moves with the blood
the making of the new blood
a new me
a new you
the transfer and the absorption
of a new world inside me !
Confessions of the teenage Drama Queen - I
And the stars shine on
Look down on to the starry streets
its reflection and the creation of whats seen and unseen
The screams are louder
The silence - more and more breathtaking
Suffocating the light and sucking it in
The darkness caressing the unborn child
to slowly take the hand away
the twist of the magnanimous dragon
the swirl of the tail
the breath and the fire
they strike the dong
The bird flutters its wings but rests
and comes back to what had taken it all away !
Look down on to the starry streets
its reflection and the creation of whats seen and unseen
The screams are louder
The silence - more and more breathtaking
Suffocating the light and sucking it in
The darkness caressing the unborn child
to slowly take the hand away
the twist of the magnanimous dragon
the swirl of the tail
the breath and the fire
they strike the dong
The bird flutters its wings but rests
and comes back to what had taken it all away !
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