Volcano

Burst out on paper about not bursting

About to burst, almost there!
Wish it was orgasm
But it's only a volcano
That's risen from the plateau
I am but a silent mountain of griefs heaped
No one knows what's pent inside
The rocks, the lava, the heat
Showing on my surface, I believe
There's only this much
That stays inside
That pulls a facade.
A very bad idea, shall I warn ?
To come to me around this time .
The open sky's overhead
The grass beneath my feet.
Don't wish to keep people at vicinity
Lest I hurt them unwillingly.
There's only this much
That I can write
Without losing my head.
Can't decide if I want to stay put
Or burst right now
I see it's not in my power.

A powerful volcano here
I stand, clueless
Don't even know how far
The heat travels
There's no way to cool me down now.
Is there ?

Reviews

[Effector Prime]

The rush of heat is from a placid place, evidently. Begotten by the one who rains of love unbeknownst or otherwise.. It could be in repercussion to imminent tasks. Demands of time? A yearning to ease the mind perhaps. I choose to tend to your question that is indeed of unparalleled pulchritude, than only admire it; albeit in all justice. Volcano is certainly the most beautiful poem I've ever read.

[J.R.H.]

Calm down girl! This poem was hot!

[Jerald Infant Jeyarethi..]

There's no way anyone could have written a poetry keeping a volcano in mind:P

"Can't decide if I want to stay put
Or burst right now
I see it's not in my power"

and you say writing is not a compulsion to you... but I hope it does... so that I can read more:)

[Namrata]

Haha ! Glad you noticed that..... ever noticed that I wrote writing is my escape ?
I wanna escape the volcano rather than confronting it.
Glad you stopped by to read. :)