Hunted...
I have been hit by a
hunter’s bullet
and a red dotted line
follows my trail
The bullet lay near to my heart
in a fit of laughter
it squirms its way into my heart
bruisng it as a sweet revenge
My laugher turns as
A blue sky to grey
with a torrent of pain.
My hair has gone
My body
a Skelton connected
by barbed wires.
My parched mouth
taste blood on an orb
once called a lip.
My sobs dryed
glued my eye brows
Blindness is a Bliss
My words hardly
touch my love
Hackneyed phrases
Lay bare like a sofa
on a deserted home
I waited for my day
To sleep on the rock
Once my rebel hero
laid his life
Now it lay decorated in a
museum of lost revolutions.
To how many names
Should I be sorry
Before this soul exits
from the Skelton
How many dreams
Lay before me
Like a waste bin
not cleared for months
Let me also lay
Beside it
And wait for
My resurrection and enlightment
a final path
to a grinding Waste Machine..
I have been hit by a
hunter’s bullet
and a red dotted line
follows my trail
The bullet lay near to my heart
in a fit of laughter
it squirms its way into my heart
bruisng it as a sweet revenge
My laugher turns as
A blue sky to grey
with a torrent of pain.
My hair has gone
My body
a Skelton connected
by barbed wires.
My parched mouth
taste blood on an orb
once called a lip.
My sobs dryed
glued my eye brows
Blindness is a Bliss
My words hardly
touch my love
Hackneyed phrases
Lay bare like a sofa
on a deserted home
I waited for my day
To sleep on the rock
Once my rebel hero
laid his life
Now it lay decorated in a
museum of lost revolutions.
To how many names
Should I be sorry
Before this soul exits
from the Skelton
How many dreams
Lay before me
Like a waste bin
not cleared for months
Let me also lay
Beside it
And wait for
My resurrection and enlightment
a final path
to a grinding Waste Machine..
posted by peter ivan at 2:19 AM
2 Comments:
One hunted down,
Other breaking free,
both by and from
Emotions.
Nice post. And thank you for your comment on my blog. I do agree that there are lots and lots of things to do in Kochi. My inability to visiting places and doing many things springs primarily from thr fact that I am not really a Kochi native and know nothing about the place - my parents recently moved there and it is the first time that I have gone back home and stayed at a place where I have no friends of my own, don't know the way about, and when my parents are at work, have no mode of transport. However, I did end up doing aome sightseeing. Thanks for the thought.
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