in the gloomy interface
as the light recede, serpent of dark crawls idly
deep into the night.
Sitting long over a cold corner
people pass by, bustling in the overlapping spheres of speech.
The spheres diffuse upto you
get tangled in the web of smoke and spilling dark.
Elongating curve's break straight in the oblivion
out of many, few stirs the ear,
drifting along the opaque air,
like piercing shrapnel's.
The smoky sap leaps up
the forbidden echoes in your vault,
whistling at a furtive pace,
in search of a lost enunciated word,
which leaked silently through the overburdened syntax of a dream, a long way back.
You sway in an unknown trajectory of the same primal origin,
always a new in the eclipsing evening.
You describe the imagery of evening very well. Interesting word choice :)
sound and light make the one sane/ 'tis a beautiful poem! ! ! !
your poem allows critical thought through a magical realm of everyday experience. you descriptions of what our speech lacks is so convincing even though your choice of words seem to generalize into multiple meanings you still keep a singular vision. keep working on it what u write is totally worth writing.
This is a great poem; the experience is so poetically desribed in wonderful verses.
sooo lovely..this poem is a real hallucination in poetry..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You bend the imagery in beautiful illusion, we cant deal what the reality stand behind the vapor scenery..we lost in this game where we ourself dont know where we at, sometimes we confused with lot of people saying which keep creating image that clashing with our mind..sometimes it came when negative swimming around our sanity and build something we didnt expect, subconsciousness we are..but we can escape because we end it sooner when sober recalled_Unwritten Soul