It's an incongruent testament
to our so called friendship
sparkled by silence
that's glittering over roads that separate me from you
It's an uneasy truce
that i share with desire.
It's a travesty on the flames of burning passion
to be soaked to their deaths with visions of a future alive
I’ll confess that I’m as terrified
as the firecracker traveling in a submarine
wondering if you're the lone torpedo
debating over it's reasons to explode
Hesitation.
drives us both insane, in the same direction.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
3 comments:
Hmm..Thanks for the post. The 'flamethrower' part escapes me. I'll bother reading your posts.
Hesitation (it's an apter title), I can feel the tension.
@rohit: thanks for reading, much appreciated. :)
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