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I define myself by the words that I speak, and I bury my emotions in a network of phrases and verses. I hope you can decipher them. I create, I form and I achieve. Words - My Saviour.

Monday, February 06, 2012

The Firmament of my Feeling

I might just know what I want to research upon. Okay, not really. I am just ranting. I need some sort of data-storing medium in my brain that registers the spontaneous phases that I spew out in the middle of an emotional crisis, and I do not have a pencil/pen/computer at hand. Cuz, now, after an hour or two since the storm has subsided, I feel numb.
Side-note: It's also pathetic to realize that I become numb and emotion-less so quickly. And will that change? I don't think so.

Bordering on the edge of insanity and dream-like illusions, we place our bets and our beliefs are strengthened. Rather our faith, is given a head-shot. A place in the materialistic realm of hard-hitting scientifically proven facts. Fidgeting and grudging, our desires and wishes. Forwarding glances, and mystified gazes. Surreal and Real. Blinding lights and darkening alliances. Gnawing innards and syphoning intellectually draining neurosis to the world outside.

The Firmament of my Feeling

Dumb and with a neurotic twist
To the tales of the Divine
And to the tales of your worldly design
Of little specks of insurmountable pain and malaise

I am forever circling this green labyrinth of rose bushes
A hearty clench on a beastly beauty
Beastly, because you lie underneath
A weight, a stone-like resistance to fate

Toreador noises, some music in places unknown
Grasping vivid images, and eloquent phrases
Implying ingenuity, archaic simplicity
In Heavens, I have seen, your footsteps abound

Hailing from the mountains above
From white fairies and angels' love
Fresh from the firmament aura
In this day, and time, the demons might come

To vanquish sins, in retaliation 
To construe white from the red
I need a hand and a promise
A story and an end

With your tears rolling down into oblivion
And with my worry and emotions hitting boulders
Lobbying sides, and gut-wrenching feelings
To your aid, I come and clean the bones

Your feast is over
Your scene is done

My turn to look over
My feelings to burn

Let the dream be over
Let reality take run.

(6th February, 2012)

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