Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The rising smoke from the burnt milk
Wafting circling wafting up
Scum on the stove Smells of hunger
Wafting circling wafting up
The charred pan desire stained,
Stare hard at the red red flesh,
The blackened milk holds me back,
Bound and tied in a hunger mesh,
Oh the child wails and wails
And oh the child wails so loud
What shall be fed
To the wailing child
For the child who wails
Child has to be fed
The burnt dry blood
The burnt dry milk
For the endless hunger
The red black milk
The black red blood.


Mampi said...

How do you do it OcMi?
The images are so vivid, the sounds ring so clear. I wish I had this clarity in my imagery.

oceanic mirages said...

hey mampi...
i don know these all images come in flashes, in moments where something goes inside and out these pop.

adee said...

for d endless hunger/the red black milk/the black red blood...raise to power thousand and it is still ringing in my head

I am Sorry!

Koi kissa kahani nahi kehna chahti, Roohein roz bikti hain yahan, Aur humne outraged ho kar khoob dekhein hain tamashe yun hi. Mai...