Prelude:
Blue glow of a
zero watt bulb
Constant rhythmic whirring of fan
pain entrapped within my prison heart
I fail to set it free
Armed with a ballpoint and a white sheet
I can hardly see what i write
scribbling my mind out
In that frozen instance
I drown, I drown
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Tears run through
the arid cheeks of mind
as I stop time
when the moments of dark
impulsive peaks of pain
reach infinity of Dirac-Delta
I dwell there, in void
to stretch out my perception
A bitter potion brewing
in the black cauldron of atrocities
Atrocities of discrimination
Atrocities on women
Atrocities on everyone
Atrocities to the unborn child
in the womb of every women
have blinded me, made me senseless.
There's no one around
not even one
Am I becoming a happy drone?
On the eve of conversion
Am I dead? Am I reborn?
Am i another desperate person
in this no mans land?
To flush out this misery
I resort to poetry
But i feel trapped
in the chains of words and metaphors
In the want of beauty
World crucifies me
Extreme loss in blood
Delusions take over me
distant vision come over to me
words are powerful symbols
Pointers in the map of mind
Guiding to the sea of consciousness
Time again takes over me
I am hurled back into reality
My untidy misunderstood lines
Uncouth erratic way of life
is what is seen through
multitudes of judgmental eyes
In front me, in name of decency
meekly a formal praise
Yet behind my back
they jeer, inaudible whispers
escapes my ears but
reach the peeling heart
message is decoded
I am a FReak
I gaze way into
black-hole of my mind
I smile and pick up my
pen and paper into sublime existence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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