Monday, September 22, 2008

OPIUM...



Burnt earth bereft of sky,
Eagles swoop to stay behind,
Vultures rule the mangled heaps,
Caskets unveiled by shadows blind.

Owls sing in the praise of hawks,
Bats blinking in endless gaze,
Unknown noise screams within,
As night descends to skulk on preys,

And we all stay silent.

12 comments:

Mampi said...

Time those skies were located...

N.PADMANABHAN said...

Astonishing…beautiful…mystical…

You are a unique soul.

Impressionist said...

omg! that was wonderful!
U said it beautifully!

-I

adi said...

its almost like a song
the refrain, 'and we all stay silent'
i can feel guitar riffs and drum beats in and around my head
:)
okay, before i'm killed, yeah we all r silent dee. and u r not. atleast not in poetry.
so what next? how do u translate this into ur life? will u b content by remaining a helpless observer?
if i know u truly, u won't...
meanwhile, i can play those riffs and beats in my mind.

Divesh said...

Sad, but true.

And the scene has been crafted with an amazing brilliance.

soulbrush said...

oh my goodness, your blog is awesome, and you are an aquarian like me....thanks for your comments, i am adding you to my list of favourites right now, hello new friend in blogland!

oceanic mirages said...

my honour soulbrush...:-)glad to be a friend...

soulbrush said...

hi again
i do all my art myself, some comes out well, some is yukky..but i post it anyway, as everyone is so kind out there! good luck with your teaching/riot control! hugs.

How do we know said...

oh, didnt i comment last time? This piece is totally lovely!!

Pinku said...

u are so right an opium induced like haze descends and we all sleep walk through life as many fall by the path never to rise again. We care not, we know not. Opium addicts each one of us.

Such a sad depiction so well done.

Cynthia said...

And as I read your poem the
war came to my mind ... the
senselessness, the disrepect
war lends to the earth and to
humans. Thank you for this
intelligent poem.

human being said...

out of fear? or because we accept it as something true?

oh no crows can't be silent...

you've created such a creepy mood and atmosphere...
sadly i feel it too... the opium is omnipresent!!

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