Dreams Inc.A Poem by Siddhartha ChatterjeeAbsurd reality.I walk past the ninth stone
when the world sleeps with clones, Enchanting are the lights, when
the dead marries a tomb, I kiss the dark and grope for
the pills, when vision is lost in the haze, Rising from the ethereal blues
the night sinks in gloom - You lie in your bed with
cigarettes and love, stuck in a misty storm When your soul dangles from the
roof of life, and strokes your lost pride - I smile again inside the burnt
cage, with a little spilt rum, When I find you staring back at
me through the tilted and glossy mirror, You clutch the silence, you
keep the vows, over a quick and painless push, It was six in the morning and
the bed was cold, when breakfast and shame was served - On that desolate night, you had
felt the moon, and brought the glaciers down, You played the music, you swam
the seas, the day the seas were dry. So, I'm on the road holding hands with killers, and trying to light a fire, And I walk the greater lengths beyond the purple sky where enchanting are the lights. © 2019 Siddhartha Chatterjee |
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Added on April 30, 2019Last Updated on April 30, 2019 Tags: #dreams #ninthstone #burntcage AuthorSiddhartha ChatterjeeToronto, CanadaAboutThe appetite rests on a small portion of twilight. more..Writing
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