Secret Cities

[atiguhya padma]

I wander through the secret cities
Past tall tower blocks of small hidden voices
Heading deeper into the darkness
I explore uncharted places of my mind:

Market stalls that only sell desire
The vendors calling from the silent river
Words spoken in the dreamy night-time
That linger becoming lost in timeless ways.
Echoes skip over cracked paving stones
Up they rise and then fall, so run along now.

Escape the light, that endless voyeur
I fall down into the ever open arms
Of some anonymous memory
These are the loneliest suburbs I walk through
Faceless whispers, cold security,
I turn away and rush past them into depths.

Fires burn in uncertain corners
Their spiralling fingers, flames painting figures
Dancing women, flailing, wading through
The tempting air of warm summer evening.

You built them up and you tore them down
And you left them here as relics of a past
Habitation. You designed these close
Alleyways and misty lanes that gently wind
Like brilliant labyrinthine thoughts
Now they stand like imperfect Roman pillars
Slowly crumbling into windswept sand
Just another added layer of desert.

This landscape of my mind islanded
With fading snapshots and old dying pictures.

[SwtRose]

I loved your creative use of language. This has an exquisite use of imagery which completely lured me in - A very enjoyable read. Oh my I hope you appreciated my critique and I wasn't slamming doors again?

[Avalive]

Good write. Thanks for inviting me to visit the secret cities thro your poem.

Dystopia O Dystopia

[Nightshade]

I liked that :D
espesially the line about Echoes :thumbs_up

[Helga]

Beautiful as always AP

[amuse]

i've been thinking 'bout this once since last night - it's rather like a good wine (not that i drink, but you get the picture). :)