musings
The taste of words, the ghost inside,it's me or is it him?
he colours my passions,and paints my dreams,
stops my breath, boils my blood.
I blink, it disappears,
in my veins...
I feel the struggle,
then who's me?
he baits and laughs, knows who'll win,
runs through my being,
a storm of desires, fire and death, spirit and lust,
no pity he has,
for the poor possesed...
I search for god,
and mirages other, grope in the dark,
of my conscience,..
values and good, self and you, crumble to dust,
before I touch.
the mauled soul,
rises from murk, wades through the heart,
to breathe anew.........
visions appear,
so bright and pure,
cleansing the being, of pain and want,
the tide subsides,
I laugh again, free and light,
it resounds and echoes,
in the hollow of the ghost.........
Comments
Borrowing from your theory of patterns, the 'world within' and the physical 'world without' are both similar and populated by forces that can easily overwhelm us at will. And hence most of the time our victories are no more than 'conspiracy of silence' on part of these forces. - 'Wanderer of both the worlds'
But packed with thoughts.
One's blood boils,
But is cold blooded.
We have a world within,
Then why r we lonely?
We r surrounded by silence,
And we want to shout our heart out............paradox.
Prithvi...
silence is a seed,
a shadow, a mask,
of quantum singularities,
conspiring probabilities,
of Jung and Beethoven,
frozen forces,
within and without
Resonant. and hints at a timeless understanding of truths beyond the ever shifting masks men build for themselves.
......not written in personal vein,'tis actually an allusion to the world inside....all of us...just close your eyes..... and be the 'ghost within'.......