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,
And
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.
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Unarticulated thoughts hanging in my mind, Quivering, squirming, Spaghetti like, Noodles like, Soft, squashy… Unarticulated expression bubbl... -
Let’s write our destinies on the leaf of desire, Let’s bring back the dead from the burning pyre. Why smear some ash, some vermillion on the... -
Tensed tears and nervous faith, Downcast heart recieves, A shower of love at the metro station; The moments melt inside my mouth. A bewilder...
3 comments:
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.
hey mampi...
i don know these all images come in flashes, in moments where something goes inside and out these pop.
for d endless hunger/the red black milk/the black red blood...raise to power thousand and it is still ringing in my head
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