It
is incandescent,
Luminous
is its skin
Viral,
its peculiarity
As
in,
Creeping
the thick wall
Tapping
the hollow part
And,
Seeping
into the cracks
The
dampness of paint
It renders,
Scream
and shout..
Mind
play games, and
Tells
you to hold it back
Mind's
eye fools around,
Not
letting you to fathom it,
For
the depth boasted about,
Is still too frail and shallow
Hold
my fingers and,
Let
me enlighten your
HOW?
Fold
that neatly into a half, and
Place
your right onto your left
Feel
the rhythm, the heart steps
If
it's the To-be-felt-only-thing
Steps
shall soon turn into flight
Fly
to shy the wings of butterfly
Blood
shall sing the godly odes
Of
Purity banishing vanity,
And
eternal platonic knots
Of
forced parting and,
Chosen
betrayal paths…
whew...what a story...i read it last night, but after traveling all day needed fresh eyes to appreciate it...smiles...the seeking a way in at the beginning and then the turn to feel the heart and identify it...like much, what an interesting turn in the last couple lines as well...parting, not easy at all...
ReplyDeleteA game one can term it as, where the realisation wins at the end...and choosing the path your heart long for isn't easy, parting is the toughest of all ...thank you Brian :)
DeleteAnd chosen betrayal paths...wow!!
ReplyDeletewhat a way to finish!!!
Thank you Fahad :)
DeleteThis really gave me several comflicting emotions. Well-done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith :)
DeleteAs the say, we should always follow the heart, as it knows the best :-)
ReplyDeletesometimes not, it mostly mislead us...doesn't it ?
DeleteThanks GS :)
This is intense to read. Powerful ending with the "forced parting and chosen betrayal paths".
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sherry...for stopping by and giving your valuable comment, means a lot :)
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