Candelabrum of thoughts
inside four walls
of mausoleum
spews light
lighting dark yester
ignominies.
Innate questions
gyrate inside
censuring sorts and likes.
Who are you?
&
Who am I?
Then gone as dispersing soot
Ebony forms consuming
Darkness by night
Yes, that’s what we are.
That’s what we are!!
Is that what we are?
Doubts, oodles of them
orchestrate in unison
keeping me captive;
Lost myself to defining
and defying truth, standing
At a vortex's mouth
expecting another free fall
all inside medieval astylar
All
Within my four walls.
Art work courtesy my bro. He captures the essence like no other..thanks broah
15 comments:
lovely poem and artwork. though this poem is a bit too depressing i feel :)
All you poetry seems to emerge from one central emotion or experience... I've been trying to tap that source.. But as Nizzim Ezekiel had once said, at the bottom of it is darkness which can never be brought to light!
God your bro is talented....I want to see more of his work...does he blog too??
"Doubts, oodles of them
orchestrate in unison
keeping me captive;
Lost myself to defining
and defying truth"
I have been there....think part of me is still there..should we question/search less?
CN Thanks
Misty Thanks much the credit for the pic goes to my bro
Vidya hmm well :)
Ash Thanks for your kind words Ash :)
Reflextion Yup check him here Link
lovely poem and lovely art!!! ur bro seems as gifted as you!!! its really good. sorry i could not talk that time. i was away. will be back online regularly soon :( sorry kiddo
very well done! :)
Candelabrum of thoughts
spews light
lighting dark yester
ignominies.
Ahh, this is past somber. Quite near-desolation, I reckon. Such memory-triggering contemplations can rip a soul, a purpose, apart.
Lost myself to defining
and defying truth
A cyclic malady. *wistful sigh*
Lines beautiful in their intensity, dear. ^_^
(The tree of life.) I have missed you dear. Hope all is well.
graphical!....not just the pic... :)
ps: have added u on my blog on the list of 'my faves!'....
Sorry to be a pain but is'nt it 'Quatuor'?
The desolation brings to fore Descartes' "I think therefore I am."
Yeah, it would do me and a whole lot others a world of good too, to remember this! :D
I like how you've used words to mould and express sheer desperation/desolation.
Nice artwork. Quite apt! :)
POST! POST! POST! POST!
Where have you gone off to?
V, I normally love your poetry but this time I didn't get the handle on your words. Though some images are innovatively juxtaposed, I felt it had your customary smoothness missing. I hope you're friends above won't crucify me for this comment. By the way I may be in Bonn between May 18 and 22 for Bonn Indien Theatre Festival. Where do you stay? :-))
wow...incredible!!!...ur bro's also qyt an artist I must say!!!
"Doubts, oodles of them
orchestrate in unison
keeping me captive..........All
within my four walls."
Hope u manage to un-captive urself soon and put up a post!:)
where art thou?
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