
“And the quiet street shadows the glimpses of the twilight“…
Quaint old town of Thalassery (Street Photograph) Photo credit Arun Sreedharan
“And the quiet street shadows the glimpses of the twilight“…
Quaint old town of Thalassery (Street Photograph) Photo credit Arun Sreedharan
Choking souls
and stifled voices
Roam this world
sobbing in silence
Preachers
and followers of More
Push and hustle
around the content
Aching whispers
are pushed hard here
By the merchants
atop the rampart
The fumes rise high
from pyres of hope
Darkening the very source of light
Obesiance to the wallets and purse
Pull out some paper or plastic
Watch it manifest into trivial delights…
Verses by Philomath
Lovely lonesome children of abyss
Frolicking in the rain
Jumping in the puddle
Here she peeks at your nakedness
Ashamed they run and hide for cover
Less they be embarrassed
And crushed
Under the walls of their own unforgiving judgements
Swaying as serpents and vines
Climbing fastidiously painfully
Throughout the music
With a straight swollen red eyed faced pantomime
Rock solid frozen jewel
Azure and solitaire
Chances of survival extend
From eternal to rare
Dare dare dare dare
Here there nowhere somewhere
Extended spread wings
Levitating balancing gyroscopes
Drowning innermost core
And the obsequious whisper in your ears
Clean and polished fragility
Perfumed immorality
Swept away under handwoven Arabian carpets
Retching stench of greed and gore
Dripping down pockets and souls
Love me love me cries out the child
Radiating and flashing
Blades and bullets in their
Desperate flights
Smeared with brutality
And armed with gadgets of divide
Euphoric glory stand atop
Maimed butchered and disemboweled
Silent helpless fragile
Children of bright blue light.
Written by Guest Poet and a dear poet friend Philomath
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