Monday, August 9, 2010

Morning Compartment

Ashes and brown, your swirling purple gown
Velvet dreams of scarlet screams
Savoring cigarette whores and chocolate lovers
Fretting on one floor
Thoughts sail ashore
Quivering red beneath violent violet streams...


Love birds and hate scarecrow
Gray avenue of lust
Frail fantasies of your warmth on bereaved shoulder
Starving life and striving death
Double-coated on Paris wall..sordid silver...

Indigo white spurts off phallic delusions
Teeming with tiny motile possessions
Ink soaked, words blur..
Swords die and colors shiver..
I wake up to find me-
Squirting alone....

7 comments:

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

baapre...i need counselling ...im going mad....you are definitely not a human-being....

Sayandeep Kundu said...

He he he.. better we both go for the counseling...:D

HWP said...

get your book published!

www.hummingwords.com

dattaabhishek said...

Terrific piece of work

Sayandeep Kundu said...

@dattaabhishek thanks for the kind appreciation for my little piece of work.. :) yours is a nice blog.. you are an awesome poet :)

Jingle said...

good for you.
your talent says it.

Jingle said...

awesome ...

keep it up.

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