"She whispered her evanescence into me.
She would meet me in the valley, too
When she would be passing by
On the day of the bursting bubble
She would sleep upon my heart
Sing songs of melancholia to me
Taking me to...."
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It rained petals last night Then, the morning they had all waited for, came Slowly, timidly, they stepped out in naked feet It had been long, very long Then, it rained petals last night So, they mourned for them they loved
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MAGICIAN: The Clown
BIO: I'm living inside my shadows and trying to study the effects of darkness on my skin..... if only it was rashes, if only it was rust, if it was a tattoo....... If I could write poetry.
"My tribute to the world of magical realism. Where Imagination, too, is imaginary. The world of paradoxes and fallacies. Standing on the edge of the dreams. Falling asleep. Falling. A fall against gravity. And suddenly you realize that you have transcended space and now, are falling in time. To the beginnings of eternity. Illusions."
When Darkness Blinks
"A blog where I just keep on posting some of the random scribblings that I do. They are just some pieces of flash fiction that I scrap most of the times and forget. I use them most often as an outlet to by accumulating emotions. So, you can't really expect anything good out of them. But, at least, I'll feel I'm still breathing."
Facades of The Carnival - 2
On these streets, dew-worn.
It rained petals in the dark
Of flowers all yet unknown.
And they covered the pain of a lonesome lane,
And they heaped by the broken window panes,
And they exuded the fragrance of a new-born world:
Jubilating; beautified; giggling; silent,
All in the dark, last night.
When the light and smell over-brimmed their waking senses.
Some long closed doors were opened,
They screeched in music, they sang
The song of homecoming, of distant dreams
When they saw petals lying on their street-bed:
Red, yellow, white, blue.
And they met their neighbours
Whom they had long believed to be dead.
They felt each others heartbeat. They sang.
Once, taking different palms they danced;
They danced with the petals beneath their feet.
They danced 'cause them that they loved
Shall never return.
Since they built their house
Behind the closed doors. Hinged.
They had spent their nights in darkness,
They had spent their mornings in darkness,
They had spent their chunk of sunshine, in darkness.
The chunk of sunshine that poured in
Through their broken window panes:
Dead; moist; untempered; blue.
In the out, on the streets
And the fragrance has brought them out
From their dreams; also, in their dreams.
The longest dream. An eternal sleep. Nightmares.
Then, picked a handful of fallen petals
And flung them in the sky above
They flung them in the sky beneath
And they faded into surging petals
Like a dream of a poet.
posted @ 7:03 PM
MY OTHER BLOG
It rained petals last night
Then, the morning they had all waited for, came
Slowly, timidly, they stepped out in naked feet
It had been long, very long
Then, it rained petals last night
So, they mourned for them they loved