Sunday, August 29, 2010

Concert of Pain

Why should I bother
To struggle and totter
And bear on my back
Ventilated passions
Or coagulated dreams
Which never shall glow
Or bloom through the vein
With vivacious songs
Of first monsoon rain?

I'll play out my days
As fabricated ads
Of mismatch and mess
In stultifying maze.

Silences struggle
And string together tears -
Elegies in flame
In concert of pain.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Devising a Diction

Devise if you can,
Some diction for a soul,
To frame her face
Through words that are not
Dipped in the rust
Of advertised songs
Or sullied with grease
Of titilating films;
But offer through the rhythm
Of palpitating beats
The dionysiac dance
Of one sudden glance
And strum through the heart
The ripples of love -
Condensed in a smile
Spilling through her lips.

Dredging my soul, I struggle for a tune
To harness my dream in unparalleled gleam.