543 faces
Smudged, ugly, vivacious
A pair of fervent eyes
Sees ‘em all
672 colors
Light, dark, bright
A single color
Explains ‘em all
This vision is your souvenir
And so are those ugly faces
Only if I could recall
Those 543 faces in 672 colors each
I wouldn’t need
A need for you
Surpass the disguise
Choke the wise
Accelerate all passion
Run, run
Speed up the light
Kill the Gods
For once let this vision
Be your guide
In the five page story
Of and on life
13 comments:
Liked.I started thinking in the other way too.a prism in front of my eye.A kaleidoscopic perception.Each man and his own vision.never colliding.Can it happen even in Utopia?Like the cable wires always parellel
Nice..
Keepwriting.
will be your regular reader.
Thanx for the visit.
Lovely!!!
A need so strong
to be myself
To free my soul
in every sense
to see myself
In the one true light
Which defines me
which binds me tight
shatter the masks
tear them into a million shreds
wipe the crimson dust
the heart's long dead
Show me myself
No mirrors which crack
Without swirls or mists
The white on the black
action and reaction :l
Man in Painting!! Thanks... I wrote this one a night after I was stoned... I don't dope anymore though..
Beauty and the beast:
Thanks
There is a crack in my mirror
My clock ticks
My heartbeat makes more noise
Then the drop
That dips
Crickets copulate and sing
A short life they live
Can tomorrow be a little late?
“Today” can you wait?
The voids of orgasms
And chunks of darkness
Search for
Songs of passion
Today is as they say
Little light and little gray
Shades of yesterday
A little hope a little ray
There is a crack in my mirror
Will you fix it today?
i just lack the sense for english poetry sometimes.. unless it is simple enough..
can u explain me the significance of 543 faces n 672 colors?
Ishqia: This one in particular really doesn't have one meaning....even I don't understand it at times...lol
Ranju
This was primarily to describe what I felt after I was stoned....now I wanted to use an even number and an odd number....then I think I took some book to get these two numbers.... my mind was racing and there were so many thoughts about different people who were around me... their different "faces" and their "colors"
u r brilliant at this Akshay!
Keshi.
Keshi... It's an honor!! I have always been more of a poet....
Akshay, I love love love your poetry !!!!! Holy cow I mhave been missing it all these days ?!!!
You know manna ? Thats what I'll call what is written on these pages.
Bravo !!!! I'm linking this.
:)
Cinderella!! Thanks for these kind words....I am really sensitive about my poetry and when someone appreciates it with true heart I get touched.... Thank u... Hugs!!
"No more lies, I got wise
I despise the way I worshipped you yeah
Now I'm free, can't you see
And now instead I won't be led by you now
Free!"
- Megalomania (Black Sabbath)
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