would you walk the roads with me today at 3 cause i wont see another evening here.. there wouldnt be another tea stall.. u finally got rid of the lecherous tea.. and i finally got rid of the waiting… waiting as the butterflies would bubble every evening at 5… how to convince u to meet [...]
Posts Tagged ‘poem’
the last letter.
Posted: February 8, 2010 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangersTags: poem, the last letter, waiting
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: burnt ashes of autumn leaves
Posted: February 3, 2010 in POEMS /futility of wordsTags: poem, poetry, words
: burnt ashes of autumn leaves for rose petals. hyacinths grew underneath my words and snubbed their little faces little deaths for little spaces scratched and bled blessed and fed big lives for big bastards
Silence Rushes By – Kay.
Posted: February 3, 2010 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangersTags: poem, poetry, silenced
Streaming down the narrow gulf.. Rushes unto the ocean wide.. Holding on to scattered visions… Silence rushes by… Compelled to break all bonds.. The cold will ruin the warmth… And fallen away the wastefull rain… Turned forever to snowfall…. The snow will fall to fill up the patches… As the land below would cease to [...]
this Saturday she turned around. with hazed reflection of the day gone by i irritate, she said wasn’t for the dimming light i stayed back. not for the heavy disgust that sets down with regret if that’s all i get. for being me with you. i rather leave now and never turn back.
spoken but not said.
Posted: February 3, 2010 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangersTags: kay, poem, poetry
Jus so that my may knows.. That kay know nothing of it.. Nor what makes man angry.. Nor what her words may pay,… But jus so my may knows.. He is beyond all my words would say.. Cause words never held any barrier.. Nor could cause what humans worth make.. As so jus that my [...]
The Ruby Broke by Elle
Posted: January 28, 2010 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangersTags: poem, poetry
The Ruby broke And it seemed like blood gushed forth from a vein And the rosy wrist turned a chilled blue And then purple… The stone broke into a million pieces And gave an impression of life. The body turned pale and nervous And gave an impression of death. LIfe seemed like death And death [...]
” branches of broken trees and leaves that might have fallen.. flowers that you would hold every dream you live… price that you pay, for being lost and remembered and yet remembered… silence in words of lost animals, and rain soaked painless wounds.. memories that have fallen apart broken, vanquished to nothingness… voices of broken [...]
don’t listen to my whispers.
Posted: January 27, 2010 in ABSTRACT THOUGHTS /rendering of madnessTags: cobweb, poem, whispers
don’t listen to my whispers. they lie. about the spiders i caught at the wrong web. about the time i spent swallowing spit. about the anger i hid. it is nothing but not old cobweb tales. i die. i long. i see. i die again. a wrong step into a wrong web. don’t listen to [...]
A ray crossed into my room And green went the snooty black dark Crept into the red corner And snarled and said Weathering I will to shed Some broken tears With mocking words of the scarecrow And take nest in your heart’s narrow nightmares.
Below the green surface of tranquility The un-nature-al breeds Tender may be to the unseen eyes But the white patches bleach The hollow gums of the baby’s innocence Forgets the larger graver real-ity.
busy went the bee.. scribbling and scratching… silly went the bee,,,, buzzing and humming… from morn to night from might to morn wasnt the darkness in the day a matter nor the lost light in the darkness. busy went the bee. the smell of the mist the flowers of the yeast. diseased and decayed boiled [...]
they sang to me a dreamer they said and i believed long after that after the trees fell and the tiles rusted away. they asked me.. do not believe.. where am i?
moods by INDRANI ROY
Posted: September 10, 2008 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangersTags: poem
Light white Sun rays Green leaves Winged ants Pressing of balls Wired fans Beeping temple Dusty dusk Iron rails Moving blades Starched shirts
Bleeding by INDRANI ROY
Posted: September 10, 2008 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangersTags: poem
Bleeding from within. Fucked up. Support- null. Moulded as a robot. Never to breathe. Ideal human being. Stretch skin to show smile. Unsatisfactory. Plasticity. Bring naturalness. Ya. Now A out of A.
Amnesia strikes the body And blood oozes out Through eyes of red I stumble across a reality Into the mire of gore I search for the road Into one rut of blood I see through mire of red of blood of a reality Then comes a sight of a red world Across the haze of [...]
