Friday, April 11, 2014

Red skies and dull streets.



Today the skies are red,
today the streets are duller.
Long taut wires
from the pole right there,
today I watch them sag
like a love-struck snare.
It's not a game but a crime is it?
when I curse you in love
in the soft hypnotic voice,
like the star that flickers incessantly
when I hem the moon
inside my bent fingers.
The red skies
and the dull streets
eclipse the 2am love making,
unopened for years together
inside one sneaky corner.
Or the technicolored dream
and the never ending verse.
I reach out,
it escapes
faster than my breath
and the hazy rays of the sun that
fail to touch the ocean's deepest bed.
It is shut, it is gone.
The dream is gone.
Because the skies are red
and my mind is beautifully torn
into crumpled dead leaves
by the footsteps on dull streets.
So I curse and smile
with fidgeting fingers across my skin.
I always knew I was a sinner.
I always knew it was a crime.
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31 comments:

  1. Crime or no crime it was written fine, Vinati:)

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  2. my gawd! it touched me deeply! so beautiful :)

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  3. Oh wow! I'm short of words, for the very first time.

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  4. How splendid!
    I have goosebumps the size that is not normal.
    'I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS A SINNER'

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  5. Intense ... the words echoed loud and clear ... loved it :-)

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    1. You are so sweet for saying that. Thank you!

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  6. When the potion spills in the sky, as the crescent begins to dawn, know all sinners are not yet dead, the blessed are already gone. So curse all you want, and if it is with love don't fret, because the truth is we all must die, so do so without regret.

    :)
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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    1. You are just plain genius, you know that!

      Thank you for sharing those words. :)

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  7. *Applauds* Sinners have hearts, hearts made of gold, but rusted and frozen in the tales untold. And though you may be the sinner in your mind, love never is, the curse that befalls.

    Loved it dost! :-*

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    1. Wow!! what's up with you and BA?! You both are talking brilliant poetry. :D

      Thank you dost! <3

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    2. :D It's you Ma'am, it's you! :D Your words have magic in them, let me tell you that. You are my favorite writer, the one who touches my serious mystical side. <3

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  8. "I always knew I was a sinner." Wow.

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  9. The lines swept me off my feet! Girl, you do wonders with words :)

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    1. You are sooo kind with your words.. thank you! <3

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  10. Sigh. Now I know what you mean when you say my poems make you sigh... You're incredible :)

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  11. My mind is beautifully torn reminds me of the lines " I shall destroy you in the most beautiful way and You'll never be able to visit a place again without tasting me like blood and You will know why storms are names after women " lovely

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    1. Wow.. it seems familiar. Who said it?

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  12. haha I dun know who said but someone did LOL

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  13. You have such a way with words :-)

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