The dizzying height, a blur of swarming existence trembling down
Prick of cold marble and moist breath relinquishing in fuming sighs
That strand of wild hair lashing relentlessly on my brow, adamant, Angry.
Angry at the glorious sun and its crimson arms, Jealous
Jealous at the wind fanning the mist away, carving the bleak-bold.
Point of no return, of inching cliff and imminent fall
Pair of brown pools one wants to sink into, gasping for breath
Drowning in helpless desires and dual dreams
Yet, the only tug back, the one resistance to losing oneself
A lose thread, one sharp twinge and gone
Come! Come with me.. They say! Come, do not swim away!
One look and Lo! I dive down. Deep into land of muffled stars
Of subtle light and comfortable warmth, of painted dreams and fresh desires alike
I delve into layers of unknown existence, into infinity, into tangible Euphoria!
There is this image of passion that is thrust at one's face when one reads this poem in free verse. Something that betray's a heart's desire. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteAh! What an utterly vivid picture ! Of compassion and belonging. The words weave a perfect description that lends everything to a reader that a story does right from the prologue to the epilogue. The slight mention of the worldly emotions to the yet subtle tangible ones. The ones we all keep yearning for and seldom do find,but as I read this I knew what one must feel when one would venture into the infinite,at the helm of Euphoria.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the brilliant read.
wow !
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