...you wake up in a dream, I wander through the streets of memories once lived.
'do you hear me? I am talking to you'
craving to make the same mistakes, same crimes
over and over;
and
over and over.
I must write.
Must breathe.
I must suck the lifeless throbbing joy out of their veins.
*sigh*
I must, like the growing, brandishing corporate deity,
grip them with a disarming smile and make myself inevitable.
I must, like Macbeth's valentine, absolve my hands of the blood
which reeks of the transgressions I chose to so conveniently forget.
I must cry, and squirm, and cry some more-
"Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!"
A whimper of the bang that wasn't.
You wake up, this time in a real dream.
p.s.: shared with Thursday Poets Rally Week 40
'do you hear me? I am talking to you'
craving to make the same mistakes, same crimes
over and over;
and
over and over.
I must write.
Must breathe.
I must suck the lifeless throbbing joy out of their veins.
*sigh*
I must, like the growing, brandishing corporate deity,
grip them with a disarming smile and make myself inevitable.
I must, like Macbeth's valentine, absolve my hands of the blood
which reeks of the transgressions I chose to so conveniently forget.
I must cry, and squirm, and cry some more-
"Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!"
A whimper of the bang that wasn't.
You wake up, this time in a real dream.
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p.s.: shared with Thursday Poets Rally Week 40
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20 comments:
Beautiful!!! Jus simply amazing!!!
Intense. Gripping. Brilliantly put.
so fantastic imagery, keep dreaming, big and real.
cheers.
welcome to poets rally.
have fun.
What a beautiful play of words.. great justice to the feelings. Love coming back to yuor blog again and again.
Thanx Jingle.
I am happy to join. read some amazing poetry there.
Thanx Mayank.
I am glad you liked it.
I appreciate you taking time to come back. :D
Happy reading.
Thanx Sameera.
=)
the protagonist wakes up first in a dream, and the second time in reality that seems a dream? fabulous wordplay Amropali :) liked it.
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That can be one way to see it.
But I'd like to believe that the former one is a reality and the latter a dream.
That speaks of the surrealism in all our modern lives much better, I guess.
Happy writing.
cheers
suspenseful! great write! :)
Corporate deity, macbeth's valentine, perfumes of arabia... hmmm, you do cover a lot of things at a single go. nice... That dream is what this world has become indeed.
Exactly, with options come confusion, with confusion chaos and with chaos...well, this dream.
Very powerful--wake or sleep--our dreams can be nightmares. Such intense emotion in this, Amropali--I can feel it.
love the urgency and the edges in the words... you're really good with blank verse, you know?
I love your style of writing...its really good...was blog hopping n landed on ur blog...
That's a nice read! Beautifully written! Dreams are such mysteries ... haven't read Freud, so I still dont know explanations for why we dream of what we do! But they sometimes give you interesting stories to wonder at over a morning cuppa right?!
And thank you for visiting my blog :)
wow!! That's flattering.
=)
Thanks for dropping by and leaving your response.
happy reading!
p.s: I like blog-hopping too.
Thanx Ambika!
Like many things in this world, dreams are a constant source of mystery for me.
and I hope you have an amazing summer in Sikkim!
Brilliant !!!
Liked it lot :)
PS : Loved your profile description !
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