Tuesday, November 29
Words
They come stampeding
Rushing
Flushing
On the white page
Seeking silage--
An extra mileage
To subsist
In their quest
They persist, penetratingly,
To reach you
They form a prude
Who insists
On taking you away
Atop the wings of a cliché
Of sonnets
In soothing, but racing moments
Yet, it's only a front
The truth is blunt--
They need your
Apathy and
Bewilderment
They're immaturely
Insecure
They demand
With a wag of a hand
To allure You
Until you say
The final word
On which they may
ETERNALLY exist
Name::AyyA
From::Kuwait
I AM WHO I AM AS I ARRIVE AT YOUR DOOR WHETHER I COME OR I GO IS NOT UP TO ME FOR I HAVE LOST SIGHT OF ALL DESIRE "Walled Garden of Truth",Hakim Sanai
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7 Comments:
AyyA You are very artistic and spiritual in your recent posts. More so than you usually are. I find that fascinating.
Lady J
May be I’ maturing? ;)
7abeebti wallah
You never seize to amaze me! Always full of surprises! That is one amazing piece of art, AYYA ;)
Elegance
Min yesh’had lil3aroosa LOL
Kilich thoog wallah :*
This is so beautiful! I've always longed to depict with mere words the power & depth of a word. And facing your words I find that u have fulfilled that & even gone beyond! I am, I fear, wordless! ;)
And girl!!!! Your blog!! Is Gorgous!!!! ;D
Thank you Peachy, where have you been :)
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