Monday, March 31, 2008

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These days have been misty-
Every naked truth had foggy dresses to wear.
They pranced around the hidden alleys of the mind,
Wearing blue roses in their hair.
It was a foggy night,
And the radio played sad songs.
I ran my fingers trough the album,
And saw sepia eyes talking of joys yet unborn.
A beaten grey Ambassador screeched to a halt somewhere,
The headlight gleam pierced through the fingers of night-
It twisted and turned in the long necked refuge of the red wine.
It moved and it churned till it could churn no more-
The wine painted designs of love on the white marble floor.
I think I wrote my last wish on the shards of glass with cigarette smoke,
Before I walked out into the embrace of the night, and-
Heard the whisky coloured snores of the city folk.
I walked on and I saw those dresses being shed,
All the truths, now, danced around naked-
Naked, in my head.

6 comments:

Neel said...

as usual...another cool piece. Melancholic and vivid! loved reading it.

Pongy Papaya said...

have read anything finer in ages..not even in textbooks.
special,lovely,beautiful-could come just from cosmic twin.
Every naked truth had foggy dresses to wear-Winner!
The headlight gleam pierced through the fingers of night-
Amazing!
The wine painted designs of love on the white marble floor.
I think I wrote my last wish on the shards of glass with cigarette smoke,-THE BESTEST!
whisky coloured snores of the city folk- AWW...
All the truths, now, danced around naked-
Naked, in my head.
WAT A CULMINATION,WAT PATTERN N WAT BEADYSEANESS.....I LOWE YOU:)))

Pongy Papaya said...

haven't * :P
ur d best:)

SambY said...

whao that drips of manacoly...but yyet...i dunno what to say.....gr8 piece ....cheerz...i enjoyed it

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

"...whisky coloured snores..." ahh,lovely!!!

farustar said...

wow...this is very expressive...kinda nostagically melancholic