I announced
to a plethora of matters-
Dark, black,
grey, matterless that,
That my
friends, this is only ridiculous
if the
auditorium of space remains jaded
as for the
cunts out there, it is a matter of redness
and shy
pinkness
but what
good does it make of,
if the
auditorium is not entertained in.
You call
upon your wives –
devour them
as they mention in science
but I can
categorically classify your act
which means
something more than wholeness,
maybe it is
about that candid chat
you had with
the universal Gods
or the
fixation of that universal hard disk
which says
it wants another big bang
or I assume
it is maybe only you devouring
your lovely
wife whose robe
you wanted
to sulk in
till the time
you lose the certainty of the time
which being
so starry keeps on floating
and floating,
writing a
distinguished, secret piece of a malign history.
6 comments:
This was so beautifully carved ... delicate yet strong ... loved it !!!
Intricate web of words, much like the middle-period of a certain Bob Zimmerman. The glorious attraction of words can be a tad too much for thought-spaces.
Brilliant carving of words, and, yet the lines are so full of ideas, that one might get knocked out with surreal upper-cuts.
I'll try following the words...
@Green Speck, I am glad you liked it. Thanks!
@Minko, You're most welcome!
Each time we lay, it was just another unfinished story, with the climax foreboding the impending sense of exhaustion and that there is no break to the cycle until we are broken from this bond of flesh and soul.
An intricate piece, a pleasure read!
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Anshul, these bonds are sadly not easy to break but deep somewhere, I wish the end, world's end, universe's end. It will be a moment of pure bliss, trust me.
Thanks, for the welcome note. I don't spin words anymore. Rather, lost the knack. It feels good to be back among the wood of words!
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