Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8 (Rakhi Rudra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Well me back again.Missed du.
Thoughts on today.
Today life is like a grave
wombed with a corpse,cold
and peace,silent loner
crisp follower of satan
with batchs of dried
flowers and grasses
divine in its death dreams
unreachable tommorrow
engulfing sorrow
no more a burning flesh
searching itself in locked
doors,slitting night
casting white sleep
into my eyes unescaped
and i hear the murder
of a seer
shrunken and breatheless.
wombed with a corpse,cold
and peace,silent loner
crisp follower of satan
with batchs of dried
flowers and grasses
divine in its death dreams
unreachable tommorrow
engulfing sorrow
no more a burning flesh
searching itself in locked
doors,slitting night
casting white sleep
into my eyes unescaped
and i hear the murder
of a seer
shrunken and breatheless.
110 reads
10 Comments
225 reads
13 Comments
Black to white.
I melted dark into
silence
pure static within my soul
hissing around me
poised in white featherless
so lonely so cold
the death! the death!
it screamed from
my smoke's soul
drowning into
dreams undisturbed
slowly more slowly
like half moon
hanging lunatic and loosely
color me in ...
silence
pure static within my soul
hissing around me
poised in white featherless
so lonely so cold
the death! the death!
it screamed from
my smoke's soul
drowning into
dreams undisturbed
slowly more slowly
like half moon
hanging lunatic and loosely
color me in ...
126 reads
21 Comments
Shoe laces.
Fix me without
a reason today.
a reason today.
153 reads
16 Comments
Funeral night
That night,it rained to fill sin onto dark,
could feel throb of my heart spilling cold ill
lament covered moon like mosses screaming night's musk,
sting into eyes ghastly,aging light
and all i could smell was fever,heat.
could feel throb of my heart spilling cold ill
lament covered moon like mosses screaming night's musk,
sting into eyes ghastly,aging light
and all i could smell was fever,heat.
131 reads
24 Comments
A room lit by lonely light.
You cut the shade darker
spark solitude
and wrap it to a different world
the sun alive in your eyes,in paper
escaping crisp
winter silence and
wantoness of being wet
by black cynic words.
and by morning a thing dies
like a axe and unshaved wood
meditating dark pagan,
where curses suspense the
wind to a tree outgrown
chewing away melancholy
don't be a glory,but yet a
thousand fireworks across screen
for lust in me...
spark solitude
and wrap it to a different world
the sun alive in your eyes,in paper
escaping crisp
winter silence and
wantoness of being wet
by black cynic words.
and by morning a thing dies
like a axe and unshaved wood
meditating dark pagan,
where curses suspense the
wind to a tree outgrown
chewing away melancholy
don't be a glory,but yet a
thousand fireworks across screen
for lust in me...
155 reads
19 Comments
Notes on missing Delhi and you.
If you come back and
see how much pain is being
undone to me
smoke can no longer sooth
my ail it's a shadowless affair,
life dates only yellow death
of old books combing dull
lull
floor bleeds white like skeleton
into my thrill no longer
a slave to zest
coffee acting a usual moon
to orphaned senses
i am dark,no longer backed by
your light
all blood bitter-sweet like a child's cry,
air too heavy to blow candlelight
and the vase has gotten
an autumn's fire
which has...
see how much pain is being
undone to me
smoke can no longer sooth
my ail it's a shadowless affair,
life dates only yellow death
of old books combing dull
lull
floor bleeds white like skeleton
into my thrill no longer
a slave to zest
coffee acting a usual moon
to orphaned senses
i am dark,no longer backed by
your light
all blood bitter-sweet like a child's cry,
air too heavy to blow candlelight
and the vase has gotten
an autumn's fire
which has...
85 reads
18 Comments
Wet fish nets
gasping gaps.
404 reads
13 Comments
For Virginia woolf.
She sucked blue
from sky like
a blind bird.
subtle vermillion demon
scarfed from her body
soaring hunter's breath
she is roams free,fearless
with fanatic whims
of a perveted priest
tossing invisble air
into my eyes wild,
blur blur and born
'neath my heart
baited sea to death
untold.
from sky like
a blind bird.
subtle vermillion demon
scarfed from her body
soaring hunter's breath
she is roams free,fearless
with fanatic whims
of a perveted priest
tossing invisble air
into my eyes wild,
blur blur and born
'neath my heart
baited sea to death
untold.
79 reads
12 Comments
Alive still..dead by midnight
(...)was broken
yet strong like bitter ropes
in summer's aching heat
white in bleached gray
grew up to extinguish
mother's agony
bitten by father's
suffocating drug ways
always awake in night
lucid dream by flaming oceans
all i did was to stalked you(...),
to see you(...) strip god in wax storms.
yet strong like bitter ropes
in summer's aching heat
white in bleached gray
grew up to extinguish
mother's agony
bitten by father's
suffocating drug ways
always awake in night
lucid dream by flaming oceans
all i did was to stalked you(...),
to see you(...) strip god in wax storms.
111 reads
22 Comments
Your muse
I see your muse
like an old mill
breaking illusions
of night that run
into rain,unabsorbed
febrile shadow.
like an old mill
breaking illusions
of night that run
into rain,unabsorbed
febrile shadow.
103 reads
12 Comments
Bound by lamp
The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."
Virginia Woolf
Bone the moon
that cultivates stone holes,
bring me parcels
with obsessive
blood and naked shards,
skirts weak yet flowing life
uncovered
beauty is stillness
found in despair
i'm reduced to shadow...
Virginia Woolf
Bone the moon
that cultivates stone holes,
bring me parcels
with obsessive
blood and naked shards,
skirts weak yet flowing life
uncovered
beauty is stillness
found in despair
i'm reduced to shadow...
120 reads
13 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8 (Rakhi Rudra)