What does this speak to you?
my lament and a burning tongue
a swamp so full of oiled waters
I have an eye of the tiger
a frivolous running star
and often I sink in the void of blank noon.
They ask me how do I look
when I smile and giggle.
a silk saree well pleated and insane maybe.
I walk in the blazing red zone now,
I am scrupulous little statue of pale city.
I often smile,
I often glorify.
Check your thermometer now,
am I breathing still?
Is life still circulating around my small feet?
Check again, you.
A life sucks dream of one’s mind
and shove it into the loop of insanity.
P S-
My recent poems published on two drops of ink.
How great this poem is.
So many interpretations i can draw upon in just few readings.
Also, how are you so profilic.:)
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This can deliver different meanings. Poetry does that.
And you are just kind.
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Prolific*
In your writing
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What an aberrant collection of thoughts – a beautiful read
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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A swamp so full of oiled waters. I’ve had that feeling. Great work!
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Thank you beautiful
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Sink in the void of blank noon
Wow! Your writing really reaches out to me. So deep and profound.
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Thank you dear.
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My pleasure!
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”I have an eye of the tiger
a frivolous running star
and often I sink in the void of blank noon.”
Very cryptic lines, but they evoke a strong emotion.
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Cryptic? I guess there is too much of imagery going on.
Thank you for reading though.
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We often disguise our emotions to survive. There are only a few who can read us effortlessly. Very few who can read the thermometer correctly.
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