her inscrutablity,made her antiquity different.
she was the sight of blind,
the altruism of the kind.
she was the ecstasy of a lover,
the smile of a sufferer,
she was the taste of nature,
an antagonist for future.
unprecedented,in her colossal"ity"
and jaded by her own obscurity.
she had been burried alive,
in this foresaken woods.
her eyes were defeated by trusted lies.
she might have been evil,
feasting on blood...
washing herself clean
in a tumultous flood.
branches had her in a poisoned embrace
yet her face bestowed a pained grace.
but her patience
made her wait,this long.
she died a mannequin
singing an "untuned" song.
p.s---its nothing but a rush of adrenaline,influenced by a dream of woodnymph
in school bus....the "untuned song" being the runnings of traffic,and the "pained grace" being the morning blues!
1 comment:
dat was pretty awesum too.......jodio purota amar mathae dhuklo na!! hehe,,neways,d least i can say is dat 'she' was dat sort of person who cud have been born from no one,but your pen!!kip it up!!!
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