Under a cold-blooded sky
pigmented with your thoughts
I walk from stillness to motion
but with each step the truth peels off
as colors do from mildewed buildings,
as the skin does from freshly healed wounds
and I wonder,
in a mist-gathering hug,
was the world more colored at standstill?
© Dan Husain
January 28, 2006
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Zealous prognostic verses
'bout the worldly hues
In inertia & motion, I would write
But dear friend,
All that you speak off
Doesn't “matter” to this “mind”
For all there is, gouts of blood
In that reddish tint, am eternally blind
Lovely ones. You seem to inspire the best in Athena too!
Had to have my 2c, so here goes:
"as the skin does.." since skin would be referred to in the singular?
/*Insert disclaimer: You're of course the best judge. :-) */
'but with each step the truth peels off
like colors from mildewed buildings,'
What a beautiful simile! You have a way of capturing, that which cannot be!
Beautiful!
I'm still trying to peel away the layers to get to the core of this. That's how deep it is!
and I wonder,
in a mist-gathering hug,
was the world more colored at standstill?
totally identify with these lines...*sigh*
wish we knew..
Good one :)
The comment space is just as rich with poetry as the blog itself..a lovely tapestry of words....
I like the transparency of this piece. Very much.
hi danish.. nice poetry!
gul apa
For some reason, I didn't warm up to this one much. It's well written nevertheless, like all your work :-)
hey... thanks for dropping by... about my poem - yeh hai meri kahani... its my poem, not the song lyrics... of course the thoughts sprang frm the thought "and this is my story"...which i picked up from the song...
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