Inspiration
(I owe this post to someone I havent seen, met, conversed with ... I could not post my comment in this person's blog, as am handcuffed by sanity.)
I crave a voice
With a sprinkle of fluted noise
Because I bear death everyday
From this life to another
Because life has delivered an infant
who grives, cries, and rants
This death advanced a life
A life when voice speaks
Through living crevices and creeks
Speech breeds confusion
Yet, speech addresses a way
shows the light of day
Like an infant in labour
It breaks the walls of a silent womb.
Old defences fail,
As the new wears out its shell
Because I felt horror over me creep
When death comes to me
As a fleeting sleep
Satisfied and shattered,
Fulfilled and destroyed,
Half the night, I waste in sighs
The other half in dreams, I sorrow
Yet, I crave a voice
Beyond these earthly noise
As Men are words spoken
And Women silences - kept
Come feed my inhibition, freedom, pain, and surrender. Usher me to breed creation for life, vision, and knowledge
3 comments:
hi ... romantic, pleasant, classic ... are the words ... shows
we r never handcuffed by sanity sweetheart. yesterday, after long i saw the twinkle in your eye, i saw the sparks waiting to fly, the volcano ready to erupt. let go.
@ biki: am sorry for being late , thanks ... connotations will be revealed in due time, i guess :)
@ suji: :) for the handcuff thing; itz better for both me and the other to let go oderwise neither of us will b at peace
Shy
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