your red guitar hangs motionless and mute
like her body when they found her
tied around the neck by a chequered scarf
the walls girdle your cellared mind
like her arms once did your bones
in exuberant pain
the chemicals run wild in your veins no more
the electric flame burns no more sleepless nights
they died with her as well, your morning star
forbidden dreams chase you no more
hungry laughter haunts no corridor
it’s only stale smoke that lingers
once your kingdom bloomed in rosy hues
when the courtiers bowed down in reverence
to the queen of the dance floor and king of the road
aces high and all cards on the table
you took your aim at victory’s crown of thorns
when jack the knave laced your poisoned spear
now her ice-white skin reminds you of the ghost
you saw that night and failed to kill
when you drove the knife-edge three inch deep
through her love that would never have survived
who would have thought those full-blown lips
would have so little blood inside
so you emptied out your jangling fears
pushed her to the brink of insane rage
till her flame grew cold as stone
where her dreams used to lie green and gold
is now occupied by your corpsed soul
devoured by the worms in your brain.
Close
thanks, yash.. the fact that you liked reading it makes a difference to me too!
hope to see you here again :-)
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It's really a poem with difference.......yash
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thanks a lot, sudha, for stopping at my page. i'm glad you liked it! :-)
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Very beautiful Electric Wind.
Your stanzas are very powerful and gives images of a wild night and simultaneously cold, dark nights...
Good one,
Sudha
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hello gregory! nice to read you.. thanks for the comment - and for the suggestion too! it was a youthful dream of mine once to work in the music field somehow - radio jockey or magazine editor or even CD cover designer.. but as most youthful dreams go, this one also got buried under the dust - so now it's down to blogging instead! :-)
thanks for the two lyrics of yours - loved them - especially thr girl in thr record store! :-)
keep posting...
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thanks, nidhana, for dropping by. i'm glad you liked what you read :-))
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hello meera!
good to see you here - and happy to note that you liked the poem. for me, visualisation / sensory perception is a very appealing part of poetry, and i'm glad you find this one "graphic" in parts!
keep dropping by :-)
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Electric Wind,
Not in the face sort of style - but visual enough.
Liked this one -graphic
is now occupied by your corpsed soul
devoured by the worms in your brain.
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Excellent poetry. I just read your blog sing us a song, you’re the piano man and I think you're a good prose writer too. You could be a music writer, perhaps for some Indian publishers, or you could start your own music blog. I'll send you some of my song lyrics that I think you might like. -- GF
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Wow, a powerful one. Liked ur last stanza
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