My Atom of Gloom
Brown smoke intrudes upon the red sky,
My hopes end with the setting sun.
A quaint stream of images frisk about...
the demon of darkness engulfs me...
I spin in a vortex...
feel sucked in a marsh of gloom.
An unrelenting film moves on the blank walls...
the dark forms perform a samba dance...
the frenzied numbers from the temple...
nearby provide the background score.
The forms seem to raise fingers...exchanging, glancing
an autopsy is performed on my isolated being...
the night revellers celebrate...my undeclared death
in life.....
1 comment:
fantastic sir jee
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