Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Blue bed, red shoes and my bokehs

Where words are hidden in puzzle of silence and pain,
and a shadow longs for existence,
I save some wet touches and a lil serenade
for my heart or the lost bodies of nameless solitude...
Here lingers no clean lenses,
dusty pictures of skeleton eyes.
Somehow. So many colors merged into black n' white.


A pain with no reason,
A metamorphosis of hidden love,
Undying feelings...
A blue bed of acidic dreams,
No one speaks a word,
Momentary smile, broken decades ago...

Buried deep
some silent souls,
whispers unveiled
as I walk down the passage
among thousands of dead...

And sometimes I wish the wheels stop spinning and dragging my life somewhere I don't want to go...
With my old red shoes and acoustic time, I would rather stay alone.


Ayan said...

awesome stuf \m/ <3

Destiny's child... said...

Nice pictures:)

Sam said...

I LOVE the second picture of you. Its beautiful. I really wish at times that I could do photography but I'm afraid that I'm completely hopeless.
God..your poetry is really good. Ive never been able to write poems like that. *ENVY*

P i x i e said...

You are not at all hopeless. I love your writing style.
And just try ur hand at photography, it's all in ur head :)
thanks =]

Sunakshi said...

I can relate to this one.almost like you just scribbled my thoughts. <3