The flight of the phoenix
Part 8, streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being bathed
with eternal lusts. Through the
catacombs of days and nights
a traveler of time is seeking
a pound of solace to envelope
his wound of tiredness.
And then
the window of soul opens,
someone's house by the roadside,
a girl with wet locks is welcoming
the evening. Rituals can
be simple sometime. They freshen.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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a pound of solace to envelope
his wound of tiredness."
Especially poetic metaphors, Poddar. And the term "rituals" means so many things to different people, its use here is picturesque and interesting. You never fail to fascinate me, Poddar.
Thanks so much for sharing your talent yet again.
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catacombs of days and nights
a traveler of time is seeking
a pound of solace to envelope
his wound of tiredness.
wow - you have such a beautiful command of words and how they sing and dance across a page and connect to that part of the brain that appreciates them! Salud
We all seek the connection with the Light.
May The Eternal Light Source
Grant all souls a window of grace.
Thanks Poddar.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to say I am finally going through what is now under 5,500 pieces of gather new mail that is in my inbox on here. So with that in mind I have finally come to a piece of mail that was addressed to me in regards this article submission you have created to share with the gather community. Thank you for taking the time and sharing your piece with us here at gather. :o)
And I hope you have a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)