Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Inside Story

The concentration
Intensified by severe suppression
Dull-looking acid
Did not roll out of twin tear-pools
But moved from the brimming sockets
Slid down the maze of cerebral channels
Burning tracks where they touched
Then within the arterial columns…
Saline water on scalded interiors
Eating the slackened drive-less sinews
Release of extra burden of the physical
Melting three beings within me
Pale outer inner and deeper
Hollowness covered in skin thin robes


Blogger Padma said...

Where are you? Waiting for more poems :)

8:18 AM  
Blogger Peripherial Thoughts And Feelings said...

baap poem hain yeh ma'am , i really liked the whole setting , awesome write !

tc, buhbye

11:47 AM  

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