Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Glass work




















Wearing a stain one less
fluxing,
signing in unison
under sheets of observance
in poorly dreamt nights.

The kettle song, just listen
Mama’s words let smitten;
Till see(it)through.

But conditional vows as such
you may sneeze endearingly
and watch ‘em
like lilting fear get
tinted with the sketchiness.


14 comments:

Maira said...

tinted indeed.
Also, i found "hello i lied" very interesting! thanks for your thoughts, i agree with you. sometimes we know better.

Fareed said...

Hmmm.

The Me. said...

I wish i understood this. I think i'd have liked it. liked it.

The Me. said...

Ignore the second 'liked it'. :/ Dont know where that came from.

Fareed said...

Maybe towards ending your comment you suddenly understood this? yes? no?

The Me. said...

Sadly, no.

Fareed said...

I'll make you understand... with a whip :p

The Me. said...

... :s
Went through your blog. Found a poem i liked.
Its called 'Beneath the starry sky'.

Fareed said...

Yeah? I found that one quite cheesy now.

The Me. said...

Hmm. I wonder what it is between me and poetry. We don't get along.

Lists, on the other hand, are my thing.

Lists, on the other hand, are my thing.

Rach. said...

Well. I don't like you at all you see.

Fareed said...

I see.

Zeba said...

Beautiful. But why is this page abandoned?

Fareed said...

Just posting from phone is such a thumb wreckage.