before this serially twitching rhythm
in molten hottening warmup tempos
stops its primal drumming c(ir/y)cle,
there’s a coming home confluence
in the twilight’s transitional silence
the dashing breeze gave in to violence
by grapewine lips and unworked cheeks
whilst those eyes stared in empty fixtures
over an agitated dragonfly hitting bright white
lights that drew it nearby, as if were self-cursed
inside the blurrily winking and dimming
nightlight colours in motion – monstrous
shadowing greys smoke off in endless clouded nuke puffs:
clotted to choked- the firing blood and conscience
rise in ashen dusts
wipes off the remnant souls and smells of love- a
white-washed blandness languishes in morbid loneliness, an
insane species in a self-cloning spree
walks along in dangerous contradictions
survival is not of relevance any more
its the black humored apocalyptical bubbling spirals
something pulling such lightning fast in suicidal implosions
this dark devil seems to adorn as it kills as it kills
#an inspired write from the crying nightlights n darkness streets of the 1976 movie Taxi Driver …”Just the part about the contradictions. You are that”
“The days go onband on…they don’t end. All my needed was a sense og someplace to go. I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people”
“One of these days i’m gonna get organezized”
Reading words of Boris Pasternak from Doctor Zhivago…
“Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories ”
Words spoke out in summating this as thus, also affected from Sartyre’s Existentialism reads I am in now, the book as refered by my lifeline inspirAtion:
defined conscious sheds
much pointed uptakes
that was bound to happen
over its existence
remained a blur
an incomprehensive dream
a streak of falling jugnu
A macro-photographed seashell before weeks ago instigated descriptive ponders:
Shell over the black hardcover
shone in cleaving whites
albeit its well made
tapering layers: mouth
at its apical front
opened like a craving fish
Felling off porosities
here and there
dotted blacks, one
a bigger hole
dug like an eye
screamed from past
its ‘will’ : to be ‘lived’
in the focussed ‘essential’
lights of the present
Zebra Face :
A dark of pondering puzzle
A flash of striking solution
Algebra question !
Elusivity by a sort of
Kekule just took a
in the mind’s eternity..
And pat flashed the
benzene ring structure !
on the Wits
of the Writer :))
Sandwiched are all the
School Kneeldowns :((
B(e) always silent !
Have to dwell here for ever!
If “I” come out,
It will be rented :))
View it only once!
If you see twice,
leads to partition 🙂
Dont lift it!
You end up in something
as fishy as an eel!
even in plants !
out all the
ILLness from US !