Thursday, July 24, 2014

Of midnight apparition and coffee dregs.


Behind your silent, unperturbed eyes
i'm aware of the currents, love
thrashing against the walls of this
make believe void as i watch you looking across the window
with a big broken glass.

Maybe we are nothing but a drunk writer's imagination,
diabolically giving us dreams
of pretty laughs
and dreamy nights
of callous truths
and inaudible cries

and maybe I've waited too long
for dust to settle down,

but i don't want to shut these eyes.
It is a trick..
shh, the moment will pass
and in the unwelcomed strangeness,

       i'll be lost again

with the big broken glass
of that haunting window
and the biting cold that creeps through
and your tar black mug
and unfinished coffee dregs.
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25 comments:

  1. mirage little bliss allerdings = all the same type of / style of sh#t =)
    boooooooring ^^^

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    1. LOL yeah same crap same lame and they all think they're something
      very boring nothing special

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    2. Had you not hidden under the cloak of anonymity, I would've appreciated your honesty. First gather up courage sweetheart!
      By the way, thank you for taking out time to read Mirage and the other two blogs. :)

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    3. Following blogs that you don't even like and posting negative comments on them. Get a life, you really need o
      ne.

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  2. This is one of my favorite posts of yours. I really felt as if I was watching this moment unfold. Great work.

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    1. That is really kind of you.. thanks a lot!

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  3. mmm, this is so good!
    also, i actually feel honored this kind anon has taken not only the time to read us, but to also group us and D together....because i adore both of your writings.... xo

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    1. Haha.. That was the first thing which came to my mind.. that s/he grouped me with my favorite bloggers. :)

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  4. You write poetry so well! It make me want to drown in those words <3

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  5. This is just beautiful. I am not surprised you got selected for the Haiku Journal. Keep weaving these words. And I love the picture. :)

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    1. Hayeee.. thank you so much Ridx! :*

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  6. But what if he doesn't leave? And holding the mug by its ear, are his fingers, as if curled around the finger? What then? :)

    Blasphemous Aesthete

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    1. Then that would be the most beautiful moment she would ever live.

      :)

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  7. What a beautiful prose....haunting as well... <3

    Magic.

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  8. What a brilliant piece, melodious, soothing as well as haunting, contrasting feels wrapped together.

    "Maybe we are nothing but a drunk writer's imagination" - you have the gift of words, truly.

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    1. That is the sweetest compliment. Thank you Amrit! =)

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  9. That's very beautiful and summarises me to an extent....how we look for similarities to connect.

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