Saturday, December 31, 2011

PLUNGE SINK DROWN


Singed breath and twitching limbs in
Liquid sleep gushing onto ‘morrow
With blended dreams of rage and longing

A cloudy morn in its ebb
A tortured night in its tide

What would it take to get over that smile?

3 comments:

The Vice Buddha said...

It was lonely again, before the dawn
Besides a hope of morning dew
On etched windows and blades of grass

A brand new morn in its ebb
A lustful night in its tide

What would it take to get over that smile?

SILVER said...

@Buddha:
That was lovely.

It would be an interesting exercise to get several such contributions juxtaposed.

The Vice Buddha said...

I used to participate in this kinda thing on Kavitanjali.com

M sure there are still chain poems with a lotta awesome contributions available for a read...

Its a personal take, and what makes it worth it that every person is different! :)