Illusion
2009 June 11
Suspened in air,With strings of light
the concussion of soul
staring with zombie eyes, in solitude of fear
dark and deep whispering blackhole
I dont see.. I cant hear it inside out
bleating lambs from where they came..where they are gone
whimsical turns of chariots of gold
beaming a new tommorow cleching its fists with hesitation
Numb is me now..I love in solitary illusion
Suspended in air, with strings of light
the concussion of soul
staring with zombie eyes, in solitude of fear
dark and deep whispering blackhole
I dont see.. I cant hear it inside out
bleating lambs from where they came..where they are gone
with whimsical turns of chariots of gold
beaming a new tommorow, clenching its fists with hesitation
Numb is me now..I live in solitary illusion
Beautiful… written well as usual…
As usual, a beautiful piece of work…after quite a gap! You’ve been starving us of your literary treats!
@Swati: Thanks buddy
@Dark lord: Well loads going in my mind.. somewhere there is a block. I thought this poem is not so good.. glad u liked it. I dont know why I wrote this.. n How it happened yet
Yes..poetry, sometimes, can be quite impulsive!
Oh, to me, this one definitely has the “Dreamcather” midas touch in it!
M so glad u feel so.. but honestly its not like what it used to be.. m loosing it day by day