This is a series of thoughts...i havent given them a skeleton yet....and i dont think i'll get around to it....nevertheless felt like sharing it :)
Mundane chaos, Rampant miseries,
Deliberate lies, Dawning of wisdom, Cloaked over by goals...
Rudimentary voices, a dying thought,
Bludgeoning whispers, a carcass of bones and flesh,
A jigsaw of thousand pieces, all mismatch,
groveled fires, stuffed rage,
a medley of emotions, cracks on surface, nigh visible,
lonely tantrums, tossing in bed,
frantic happenings, all in my head,
reaped sorrows, joys of hell,
poking the devil all the while with mulled footsteps...
A faint smile, sometime in a long time,
stripped callouses, pleasure of feeling pain,
Cracked skulls, oozing mana of brain,
Timid causes, self serving and crisp gain,
Veiled under blarehorns of social pain,
Stigmata, taboos and all sorts of hocus-pocus,
Stages, spot-lights, staying in focus,
Black & white, grey, sepia and all sorts of shades,
Only thing constant: the hidden blades,
Reeking of treachery, of filth and of blame,
Not a single smell that of shame,
Shattered, battered, lonely and lost,
Shying away the ties of yore,
Shrieking, shouting, screaming for help,
Sealed lips in this hell...
Lulled footsteps, faces in veils,
Sneaking away in cornered space,
Hiding, twisting, adjusting the pain,
Biting hard to break the chains,
Gluttony, greed, deep regret,
Cocooned emotions, rusting in depth,
Shackled, battered, tormented beasts,
Grunting in cells, feeding on weeds,
Butchered, scrambled, ideas and thoughts,
Sliced, served, membranes of brain,
Shards of disgrace piercing the robes of pride,
Men running from men in long strides....
Shutting all out, gobbling up poison and pain,
Unquenched thirsts even in rain,
Squinting, looking, reaching in creeks,
Parched throats, thirsty poison,
Gulping down bowls of shame,
Building forts out of haystack,
Looking through a glass eye,
Reminiscing the world is white,
Ramming of black soot, down the throats,
burned flesh, charred souls,
withered away, these dying things,
before their time crumbling.....
Mundane chaos, Rampant miseries,
Deliberate lies, Dawning of wisdom, Cloaked over by goals...
Rudimentary voices, a dying thought,
Bludgeoning whispers, a carcass of bones and flesh,
A jigsaw of thousand pieces, all mismatch,
groveled fires, stuffed rage,
a medley of emotions, cracks on surface, nigh visible,
lonely tantrums, tossing in bed,
frantic happenings, all in my head,
reaped sorrows, joys of hell,
poking the devil all the while with mulled footsteps...
A faint smile, sometime in a long time,
stripped callouses, pleasure of feeling pain,
Cracked skulls, oozing mana of brain,
Timid causes, self serving and crisp gain,
Veiled under blarehorns of social pain,
Stigmata, taboos and all sorts of hocus-pocus,
Stages, spot-lights, staying in focus,
Black & white, grey, sepia and all sorts of shades,
Only thing constant: the hidden blades,
Reeking of treachery, of filth and of blame,
Not a single smell that of shame,
Shattered, battered, lonely and lost,
Shying away the ties of yore,
Shrieking, shouting, screaming for help,
Sealed lips in this hell...
Lulled footsteps, faces in veils,
Sneaking away in cornered space,
Hiding, twisting, adjusting the pain,
Biting hard to break the chains,
Gluttony, greed, deep regret,
Cocooned emotions, rusting in depth,
Shackled, battered, tormented beasts,
Grunting in cells, feeding on weeds,
Butchered, scrambled, ideas and thoughts,
Sliced, served, membranes of brain,
Shards of disgrace piercing the robes of pride,
Men running from men in long strides....
Shutting all out, gobbling up poison and pain,
Unquenched thirsts even in rain,
Squinting, looking, reaching in creeks,
Parched throats, thirsty poison,
Gulping down bowls of shame,
Building forts out of haystack,
Looking through a glass eye,
Reminiscing the world is white,
Ramming of black soot, down the throats,
burned flesh, charred souls,
withered away, these dying things,
before their time crumbling.....
3 comments:
machau hai bhai !!!!
likhte rha kar !!
This is a phenomenal piece of modern literature, defying conventions and transcending earthly definitions of poetry. The flow from one paragraph to the next completely negates for the generally accepted measures meter. A veritable tour-de-force, this poem (?) completely warrants its own development and accretion.
Kudos Akshat! I expect further iterations from you in this style. I would suggest a more coherent (not that this isnt accordant enough :) ) flow of similar ideas. It will tie the whole poem together in a perspicuous product of fecund intellectualism.
@ayush thnx:)
@shreyan: thanx for the praise...and i know what you mean...i myself dont know if it's a poem...just a series of thoughts...i started writing this one as notes for something i had in mind...but as i went on writing, it took off in a totally unexpected direction...hence the incoherent flow. I wanted to give it a skeleton but never quite got to it
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