Indigo

[Querida]

PP Maam...yes maam! Strange but human

Sarna! What a nice surprise! ...am honoured that you could relate to my scribblings

[Querida]

and it goes
slinkingly sways
thinking away
all the thoughts that it could not have fathomed
that i already knew.

and there it leaves
wiping tears upon its sodden sleeves
not clueing, not even believing
that i already knew.

and away it flows
undulatingly goes
realizing too late
i know its fate.

but i too kept silent.

[Querida]

without you
nothing is possible.

or so i would have believed
if time did not pry
into my mind
and wrench my
delirious heart
from bleeding
into the truth...

and though
heart still
taunts
the unfaithfulness
in my wading
out instead
of wallowing in
she knows that
she can only go
so
far in
feuding with
the pain
that leaves me
immobile..

and yet jealous
heart she still
wields her fiercesome power
capturing me
unawares when
memory
conspires
with her
to once
again pull
me into
the depths
of what
if...?

[chevy]

Indigo
in there i go
where i left before
in through the dark i glow
floating thru the crevices that i do not know
stepping upon the words that flow
clearly once more i see, eyes all a-doe
something rediscovered...something to show
in to the indigo
i go

i didn;t get this.... crevices??

[chevy]

glassy eyed we all appear,
no pity for us,
no deity for to pray,
yet on our faces
a false piety remains.
each tearing seam,
each loosened string,
dealt with yet another unmovable grin.
stuffing poked,
and tatters folded,
patches hidden,
scratches dulled.
still we sleep when we lie.
still we call when prompted by,
those very hands,
that may toss us or deny,
their very own eyes
awaiting what
antiquity belies.

good one.

[chevy]

Wow.. They're really nice .. I am going to catch up with you on gt sometime and check if what i understood is right..hehe

[Querida]

Wow.. They're really nice .. I am going to catch up with you on gt sometime and check if what i understood is right..hehe

Thanks Chevy hon Great would love that! btw what's so curious about crevices?

[Querida]

i am so susceptible
to tidbits all bitten off
and swallowed before
they are allowed to
swirl on tip of tongue
to leap into sound
emitting sparky waves
snapping to attention all synapses
igniting between lapses
pithy bursts of unadulterated trues
that are better left
found out
rather than
heard

[pavalamani pragasam]

Powerful metaphysica; imagery!

[Querida]

lying softly upon the ground
all fuzzy pink trickles and down
bent
frozen in death's cement
bony twigs all a-mangle
yet he sings....

tweet-tweeting away
like jittering bangles

glow all but disappeared
replaced with a demised steady glare
what once fluttered now lay all bare
yet I cannot help but stare...

looking out for maybe, his mournful pair
since I hear it clear as bells
his muffled cries , his tinny wails, his suffocated yells!

sleep, sleep go in dutiful peace!
leave birdsong to the living...
let your spiritual flight....reach your finite release.

Yet....there....do you hear?
His tilting lament...
As he lays
bent.