Posted by fumes in Poetry on 04 2nd, 2008 | No Comments

Through a prisoner’s eye…

Through a prisoner’s eye…
Bar! It is so dark in here, The pricking black of a whore’s door, sucking away the light as a whole. These fuming rods, the fumes of the gods, They say it is for my good. But I know, never out of this I would. The hard untended floor, the stinking puke-bearing food, has never left me aloof! The inner...
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your eyes saw it wrong!

Don’t stare at me, I know you are angry, and the anger had died down, like a curled frown. Yesterday we did fight, but that day has withered away, like a snowman who melted away when the winter vanished in wonder. Don’t have that look in your eyes, It makes me feel that, I am wrong, Though am not! The...
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Ego to death!

A lie within myself, Few where the ones I let out, With a tongue That waggled out of my brain. In vain, Then I realize, I was never wise. Lie I did, She never knew it, Or never tried to! Maybe cause she never cared, Or she never loved! Now the glow on her face, Reflects as a smile that wrinkles my eyes! Its...
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We are never alone!

Having heard the nature so selfless. what we saw never contradicted what we have heard! With the seemless salt water in the sea, dissolving to form a crowning cloud, the sky returns only transparent shower of water drops, with no salt left in its grace! The nature always barters the best. When the earth...
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A lame Monday

Unwinding dreams, Play a trick in all our whims. I wonder from where? I spray the little imagination I have, into the air to form a wave. I closed my eyes. Envision for the future, was the pound of the hoof. For I fear the world so trapped, I speed away as a wisp of air so white!
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Too hard, Too cold!

Too hard, Too cold!
Too hard, too cold! It was raining, The roots in me, a defeated beast! Saw a maze on the grass. My heart! It rained, I was tamed. But still my heart. Lost! Too hard, too cold!
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Questioned to reply..

Does it matter with whom we dance, Or just that we danced at all? Is it the love we care about, Or is it the person we care about? Is is it the taste? Or is it the food? Is it the expression? Or is it the mood? Do we lie to save? Or do we live to sustain our craves? That will not follow us to our graves? A...
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