Thursday, October 16, 2008

Undead Intimacy!!

Oh little sunshine from the unseen brink,
The brink of unknown to swallow my fear,
The fear of unborn for the sanctity,
The fear of undead for the vice.

It has been ages knowing the light,
The light of unknown wisdom,
Very wisdom of the concealed memory,
Rotten memory of my victims.

The immortality is such a grievous curse,
A Curse of lust and beauty,
Of monotony and bizarre thoughts,
Of Peace-Mar.

Ah, the hankering of speckled Moon,
Brings down a beat on my arctic heart,
The warm air caressing me soft,
Such a comfort, such repose.

Every single day pass like blight,
In silence I live in silence I hunt,
Silence is the only secret shame that haunts,
For light looks at me and always taunts.

I believe in God,
For we share the creation,
And you have to accept me the God of current era,
For then maybe I might save some sacrifice.

I love, I hate, I sing, I dance,
As I was before the re-birth,
I am the nature’s son,
Caressed by the mother earth.

Fill my vein and you would be my beloved,
For then you would feel my heart,
Love me just for a while...can’t you?
For later I would have another lover.

So am I too evil?
All this love is to hear your brittle neck fracture,
My love is a torment,
You sure would pleasure the pain.

Am I not a creation to be marveled at?
Am I not so special for you?
Won’t you give me droplets of blood?
And that too few?

A little taste of you,
And I will whisper the last words,
For your flesh,
As I love you.

I am honored to accept this Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally 45. I would like to nominate Aashi for the next award.


Aashi said...

ok viggy this i saw aftr the post abv this..

now this was hellava poem viggs.....uv alwys been tht...and this poem prooves it yet again....

gr8 job..and i am surprised of no one commnting here...this peom deserves to be shown....

how abt putting it on orkut :)

gr8 gng

Jingle said...

playful words.
enjoyed the flow.

welcome to Poets Rally,
Hope that you have fun!

Vignesh Iyer said...

thanks a lot..
Yes i hope the same.. :D

Anonymous said...

Your poem is like a poignant journey with really incredible passages!

thingy said...

This really is incredible. Like a painting, it leads you from line to line. Love it.

Isabel said...

love the imagery!

Anonymous said...

I love the last stanza. I love the honesty of the poem, I feel like your not putting up any front just offering yourself imperfections all and I think that's all anyone can ask for.

Anonymous said...

very wonderfully written. I hope to write like this one day !

C Rose said...

Imaginative write, really enjoyed your words. ~ Rose

Vignesh Iyer said...

@seabell.. thanks a lot..

@thingy.. thanks .. nice to know you enjoyed it.. :D

@Isabel.. thank you so much..!

@mindlovemisery.. thanks a lot.. am glad you liked it..

@Isabella.. glad you enjoyed it. i loved your work too..

@C Rose..
thanks.. i enjoyed your work too.. :D

Andy said...

This poem has a sinister feel to it that gave me the chills.

Very creative indeed.

Thanks for sharing.

Anarchist Girl Scout said...
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Anarchist Girl Scout said...

I really like the phrase 'rotten memory of my victims' - i has kind of a double meaning. The victim could be fuzzy on the memory - either seeing you as more or less threatening then you are, or the memory of your victims could be upsetting to you. good work.

Anonymous said...

Simply impressive ..
I like the how the emotions flows throughout the poetry
Here's mine poetry work ..


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