Friday, February 04, 2005

Some disturbing lines....Part I

Sometimes one has very disturbing thoughts... disturbing moments, confusion rules heavily in phases... that's sometimes when one paints violent pictures with simple words...

Here are a few attempts at that: Part I

Shhh! That's my dream...

Silence is the gist in my dream
Commotion cannot fit in my dream
Noises cannot touch my sweet dream
Voices? There's nothing like it in my dream
Soundless and still it may seem
But I'm moving to a rhythm like you've never seen.
That's my dream.

Running away from reality
Burning away is this pain within me.

Loneliness seems a part of my dream
But its the essence not a part like it seems
That's my dream.

Sweet love don't try to step in
You'll be burnt to a cinder from the fury within.

Darkness cannot touch this dream
Whirlwind of emotion is my dream
Sunlight ain't there, though its bright
Rainbows don't exist, though there's light
That's my dream.

Scared from the frightening thunders outside
In a shell, safe and sheltered I hide
That's my dream.

Confusion if exists, I've my dream
Agony if persists, I've my dream
Dry from the showers of this world
My dream holds close a frightened little girl.
That's my dream.

Do you understand my dream?
Do you hear the silent scream?
Of the wordless song in my dream?

Shhh! That's my dream...

(c) VedicVerses

I'm Scared...

I'm scared.
Of fog-horns
And silent screams,
Of soothing mists
And flowing streams.

I'm scared.
Of reality
Not so sublime
And everything Divine.

I'm scared.
Of Frailty
And uncommon strength
Of doing things too straight
Or by stealth.

I'm scared.
Of flower-gardens
And hell fires
Of stagnant feelings
And furious desires.

I'm scared.
Of innocent love
And guilty passions
Of obstinance
And mute submission.

I'm scared.
Of dreamy smiles
And volcanic tears
Of thrashing about
From all my fears.

I'm scared.
Of gaining droplets
And losing seas
Of searching myself
And losing me.

(c) VedicVerses

1 comment:

Max Babi said...

Oooo la la, la jolie mademoiselle!
Il'est magnifique... tres bien!
Simple poem, simple words, simple imagery
but like a fragrant sherbet, it leaves the
clean soul-lifting fragrance behind....

all best, and cheers!