argha1991
01-19-2012, 05:50 PM
:flare:
Counting ages for responses…
Responses, steeped in meaning.
Words, huddling up in an anarchic whole
Breathing impotent noise.
Wipe your confused stare away
And allow me to ‘be’…
Like the illusion of the sky, kissing
The sea in distant horizon,
Transmuting colors.
Or let me be the cacophony of that
Passionate spark…
To yearn forever,
To work in tandem;
In vain.
Oh ! Savior, bless me
The virtue of Icarus
Of becoming the smoggy corpse;
When my voice dared,
“…and I reached for the ‘stars’.”
Counting ages for responses…
Responses, steeped in meaning.
Words, huddling up in an anarchic whole
Breathing impotent noise.
Wipe your confused stare away
And allow me to ‘be’…
Like the illusion of the sky, kissing
The sea in distant horizon,
Transmuting colors.
Or let me be the cacophony of that
Passionate spark…
To yearn forever,
To work in tandem;
In vain.
Oh ! Savior, bless me
The virtue of Icarus
Of becoming the smoggy corpse;
When my voice dared,
“…and I reached for the ‘stars’.”