from my empyrean realm
fantasies escape
my begotten dream
leaving me, as a last breath
never to return anytime soon.
I treat myself to solitude
with Monet’s and murals around
looking burlesque and bleak
what has left or who?
I do not know
gouts of blood and
smear I see
in my reflection
with traces of apoplexy
preparing me, to stage
in one of the most
vexatious soliloquies..
p.s: Inspired by an art work done by my brother.
Original work is named Soliloquy.
14 comments:
did u edit it? re write it?
A beauty...
how da heck did he make that?
vidhu..hats off
real art...so much of passion
the art itself has a thousand words to say
and ur words adorn them...
good work brothers...
treat myself to solitude huh? then why the apoplexy? enjoy it.
*swoons* too beautiful to deserve mundane comments :)
good work bro :D
Deep verses, as always :)
Question regarding the artwork: Was it done in Photoshop?
'Treat myself to solitude'-lovely line. 'Burlesque and bleak'-great analogy for the condition described, and awesome oxymoron.
unfeignedly beautiful!
Good poem...
WOnderful, inspired works here. Thanks for your visit. I would like to add you to my poetry blogroll if you do not object.
Pre :( yea
Nomadic hey thanks..
CA Photoshop re
Soph He's light years ahead..:)
Inky :)
Lady :)
Vincent Thanks dude :)
Xfx Thanks a bunch
DM :)
Vanathi Thanks dear
Ozy Sure be my guest :)
Thank ya all for viewing my art work...yes it was done in Photoshop but i dont wanna steal the show this time... gud work u got there bro!!
with traces of apoplexy
preparing me, to stage
in one of the most
vexatious soliloquies
A profound state, nay an image, of stillness is rendered by these last lines. I am led to ponder on immobility and what contrast it can offer against, well, death. Hmm.
Thought-provoking. And yes, yes, yes: stunning. ^_^
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