A midnight dream
of a post meridian sun
upon a redundant shore,
of lurking iconoclasts,
behind introspective rocks
ruminating to set free
the incarcerated icons,
waiting for the idolaters.
Voiceless,
in the bottomless lifelessness
battered by traumatic waves
of the asphyxiated truth
a silent survival’s self persecution,
reminisced,
its freedom in an earlier birth
as an innocent infant,
smiling and sobbing,
heard in its deep-rooted womb.
It walking the sands,
chasing, racing crabs
that scripted on the smooth, wet sand
trailing the skirting sea,
expectant with tear-laden clouds;
Now the shores are abandoned
even by sauntering ghosts.
Shedding skins of time
like hidden molting snakes,
the rock’s craving for love
pealed off, it remained
stuck in its last thought
wedged tightly in its molecules.
”””Shedding skins of time
like hidden molting snakes,
the rock’s craving for love
pealed off, it remained
stuck in its last thought
wedged tightly in its molecules.”””….As classy a paragraph it is Mr Cheruvattath. The grim rocks showers pebbles into hearts….Time and memory open up from the genie’s pot…Wonderfully extracted. Congrats!!!!
i liked these lines tear-laden clouds,
abandoned
shores
sauntering ghosts.
Shedding skins of time
like hidden molting snakes,
the rock’s craving for love…
Real ‘rocky’ lines from the dreaming rock….the first few stanzas… i meant. Then comes the innoncence and the simplicity of the tear-laden clouds….good one… 😉
very beautiful lines
dreams… of life… in each read gives a lot more meaning…..
congrats and regards
Beautiful Lines,Congatulations
Very Nice