Heartbreak hotel

Does it come with a warning?
Or does it sound as brittle as the shattering of glass?
Does it taste like despair on your tongue- ashen, dry and unpleasant?
Or does it leave an aftertaste, bitter and nauseous?
It's one thing to call yourself a beacon of strength
and another to shed silent tears when no one's looking
A failed attempt, and some more, and hope is washed away like by the tides of time.
Corroding the light and heaping in darkness.
A car Crash, a death, a black dress and mourning.

is there going to be some light at the end of this tunnel?

Comments

Mohit Sureka said…

good post, nice use of words.

PS: i dont remember knowing you lavieenrose but somehow i have been following your blog. no wonder,good writing.

February 16, 2012 at 4:02 PM

going going gone...

long and dark ochre and brown. following every movement. with careless elegance. unruly curls. grazing your face. a crooked smile. going going gone. a decade of longing. doors unlocked. shores beckoning. geckos gliding on the bathroom wall. a generosity rarely seen. two little blocks of ice in the canteen and delhi. the ever reigning Queen. a Hull of glasses. far far away. waters and ships and glorious days. speeding by in a sailing ship. a mountain of confidences waiting to fly. but i know i shall have to ponder and cry. what realm of difference does it make? some tea,kind sir? or heavenly cake? yet the shadows of the past walk by. piercing through cries of the morrow. a future ,in wait. for you and me. eyes closed. a camouflage. an apparition of events and sweet smelling nights.

Sincere seasons

a pool of mystic blue a parched sky and a pillar of strength changing the old ways of the earth planting new trees feeding.gently moulding. a slab of see-through glass and my Soul to give. I live and exist. You, love. anonymous singers and a sea of gold a tuneless whistle and a graceful bow. interlinked Fingers and curly Hair. the shadow of a Smile. the Eyes of a mystic. countless stars .and a green horizon. one, two or three..the numbers grow. a reed of music. and a jet plane. a quest for the truth. unsullied. a colour so new and pure. old habits DIE.Hard. crossing the threshold of thorns wiping the dust off those roads. a new path.new hopes. warm tingles at the base of a heart. someday it shall be so. painted roads and red alleys. humming the happy blues. an eye ,that nose.. a Red, red rose. And those little Words.. at the Harp.

a cup of coffee

musings and songs twinkles and stars brown and white the lyric of the twine a cream coloured robe fringes of ice snow.melting and slow. mine and mine and mine. a bottle of blue coloured wizards waiting for the whistle of the train jutting out from its shelter candied almonds. a ladybird looking up at the stars two-three-four and dreams in yellow. a big fat envelope overflowing with nectar a jar of jam .raspberry a pot of cheese.brie a plateful of cherries.blushing. a fistful of daisies.wild. instincts ,cower and grin. advance and retreat..that's the name the winged mate of the dancing girl a ballet of all things.. red.bright.blue.

illusional reality

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