Friday 17 May 2013

To-Be-Felt-Only-Thing



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…

10 comments:

  1. 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...

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    1. A 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 :)

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  2. And chosen betrayal paths...wow!!
    what a way to finish!!!

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  3. This really gave me several comflicting emotions. Well-done.

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  4. As the say, we should always follow the heart, as it knows the best :-)

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    1. sometimes not, it mostly mislead us...doesn't it ?
      Thanks GS :)

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  5. This is intense to read. Powerful ending with the "forced parting and chosen betrayal paths".

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    1. Thanks a lot Sherry...for stopping by and giving your valuable comment, means a lot :)

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