Saturday, July 3, 2010

Fuming 104

Drops of straw liquor, tinged purple
Dripped into the void of mystic marvels
An endless voyage with seething turbulence beneath
Soul- the sailor sails ashore while aching limbs recede.
Immersed deep into a whirling abyss
Reminiscent of silky vortex of milky delusions
Smothered by creamy layers of immaculate desires
Senses imbued with mellow nectar leaking through sugar-coated sedatives.
Eyes gaze skyward, rusty reality grazing past irate irises
Fairy fragrance conjures scary images
Of smiles
Of cries
Of all your dubious juxtaposition
With my reveries-
My love,
My lust,-
A white dove,
A smear of rust!


Quintessence Of Illusion said...

whats 104?
btw hell lotta symbolisms and imageries you have used..a conflict between love and lust is what you are trying to i right???

Sayandeep Kundu said...

It was basically..well.. yeah..sort of feverish rambles...and yeah...culminated in the very battle between love and lust u have referred to.. :)