I lookout of my mind
Through the patinated gorge
To see the war of dreams
Scrambling the pulse of time!
The emptiness of oceans
The infatuation of eyes
The shuddering of rivers
Altogether, design the me inside me.
The hills are still alive
The frills are full active
With the hefty mirth inside
In the world of shadows
Breathless rapture in me
Allure the eloquent words
In this dreadful gaps
Of these germs of the world
Through the patinated gorge
To see the war of dreams
Scrambling the pulse of time!
The emptiness of oceans
The infatuation of eyes
The shuddering of rivers
Altogether, design the me inside me.
The hills are still alive
The frills are full active
With the hefty mirth inside
In the world of shadows
Breathless rapture in me
Allure the eloquent words
In this dreadful gaps
Of these germs of the world
4 comments:
wait wait..let me have a dictionary..
journey after crossing event horizon
"The emptiness of oceans
The infatuation of eyes
The shuddering of rivers
Altogether, design the me inside me."
Is it an irony used to show a plus sense..?
The infatuation of the eyes may stop once, or at a point... Also the shuddering of the rivers may come to an end once... But whatever comes, Ocean never gets empty..
And.....
You have this much of glittering letters and idealistic imagination within urself... Hence, I think ocean is never empty, may be it is silent for some time... but for sometime only.
Nice work. Thanks
in this world of shadows,
....,the only thing brings me pleassure, that's the 'eloquent words' of my soul......
ya.....realy me also lookout of my soul,
through 'the ignited hills' of ur poem -'Filthy Crevice'..........
thanks for these ignited words.........
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