Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Colored Rogue

Off its shadowy silhouette
Starkly outlined against crimson
Flailing to reach out to sublime gray
Pops up tiny indigo
Mingling pink, spread over burnt brown toast of yesterday morning.
Its stench green of rotten fungi
Pale with yawning yellow, weeping purple.
Stains of silver on shimmery scarlet
Turning into morbid mahogany....

Off all colored whims on weird white
Eyes wake up to the call of a harsh bellow.
New dreams keep senses shrouded,-
Bereft of the estranged reality-
Of shadowy silhouette,
Of crimson refuge,
Of sublime gray,
Of indigo dot,
Of smothering pink,
Of stench green,
Of yawning yellow,
Of choked purple,
Of silver streaks
On splendid scarlet....

It's Real dream, nothing but the morbid mahogany!


Quintessence Of Illusion said...

were you intoxicated while writing all these posts???because a normal mind cannot write this....just unbelievable.....

Sayandeep Kundu said...

Yeah.. Poetry leaves me intoxicated these days.. :D

Jingle said...

another award winning piece, well done!

Jingle said...

Our poetry potluck is NOW open, welcome linking in..
the more you share, the happier we are..
you could use an old poem, 3 poems are cool to have there...

Dasuntoucha said...

...morbid mahogany...

...you have an interesting way with words...this is a captivating piece...nicely done.

Purvi said...

Too many colors mixed together leaves it black.. a morbid one or bright, depends upon how much of each emotion U draw into it.. well painted.!

Jingle said...

Glad to see you in...

what a fantastic entry.
have fun!


Anonymous said...

i cant dream like this! mine's here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/

Anonymous said...

Nicely vivid write!

Jingle said...

have a lovely weekend.

Award/Treats 4 Poetic Friends of Jingle, Happy Thursday!

Robin Ellen Lucas said...

yes, a real dream. i can feel it