trance
Peel out of me, the pensive mood,
Darn it with radical senses,
Drape the bleeding lesions,
Bury the beckoning thoughts,
Repair the rusted veins,
fill it with boiling red,
Return my broken wings
Deck it with quills of clouds,
Huh, its just a longing,
But not to come back;
Not to resurrect;
to life and its absurd lures!
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this poem is a tease; an invitation down to rejection- a stunning effect
Thanx for the concern but I am perfectly fine. wat about you? You don’t sound so cheerful yourself. Nice poem.
That is resurrection already. I’s been a long, long hibernation. So glad to read you again.
hi prabhu! it is great to see you back! out of the trance, eh! but i can well see that the long absence hasn’t in any way diminished the quality of your writing! yes, iland has changed quite a bit; we are all slowly trying to get used to the new version. again, good to see you in rediff.
Great to see that you have come out of your trance. Seems to be a resurrection for us, readers. Powerful imageries using simple verbs…Wecome back dear….PGR