Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Surreal Landscapes

Dunes of silence amidst this scorching graveyard
a ricocheting memory caught between each shard
splattered all over my unbecoming loneliness
the listless wisp of a forgotten entity
Cries of failure stain this plateglass
thru which i envision just another chance
neither penultimate nor diurnally cursory
but a thrashin spark waitin to spew hellfire
Myopic uncertainty breeds transitional positivity
losin all loose threads of pervasive sanity
finally my all lashing out with gutturals of self immolatin pain thus seekin eternal escapes
in the far , fantastical , volatile , sigh demanding yet bleak , unadorned surreal landscapes.

4 Comments:

Blogger Sandhya Ramachandran said...

hey! seriously speaking and being honest- Your language's super high-brow!!! I din understand!!! :(

7:01 AM  
Blogger legspace said...

finding the chances in failure!optimistic...spark waitin to spew hellfire sounds familiar...
this breathes survival, complacency,a killing will..

9:03 AM  
Blogger legspace said...

no more updates???

11:41 PM  
Blogger ReDefining Definitions said...

reminded me of the song....learning to fly.....-floyd...




nd this is sumthin i wanted to share....imoulsively.....;)
i sail on this dry sea
a void
deep and dark
of thoughts and dreams
between dense smoke and a bright light
but the gap is too wide
and my feelings too sublime
the edges too sharp
confused whether to strive
but the depths of the void
cal me a slayer of time
so i try flying instead
on the back of my fantasy
and change the level of my journey...

11:51 PM  

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