the pale wash of moonlight,
illuminating my accustomed darkness.
staggered, it is, with some desire!
paving its way to subtle recesses
like the ghosts of my fantasies,
the cradle of stupor baby me.
carrying me to basements of charms,
the broken wisps of unsure surety.
i grip to the shreds of my control
as we reach the place that's ours.
the place i chose for us to be,
the place- last of my exhausting soberity.
under the canopy of roses,
their black tints groping a blush!
the waters turning precious-
a silver blade, heaving a rush.
you plunge even deeper
and i accompany, 'of habit.
we rise in maddening drench.
panting, as a cornered rabbit.
your rhythm is mine- a soaring sky.
like mine is yours- a playful frisby.
pallid like these undying ripples,
you grow profound in me...
3 comments:
i do not, i repeat...i DO NOT know how u can write so deep n strange....Its effin good....
a moonless midnight + a plane ground as far as my eyes can see + no voice + blank mind + my lappy + ur poems = a deep sleep with sizzling dreams of season of the black at 4 am :)
thanx Vashisht...its probably the neatest comment i've received since long...
n Anon, sleepin at 4am has its own fun!!!
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