Some dark,
Some white,
Some clear,
Some choking,
Some mesmerizing,
Some intoxicating,
Some relieving,
Some oblivious,
Some fragmenting,
Some uniting,
Some visible,
Some invisible,
Some close to eyes reach,
Some too high for a piercing glimpse,
Diffusing,
Rising,
Fleeting infinite shapes,
Originating, spreading transcending,
Infinite moments
Some bright some grey
Infinite dreams
Some true some flew
Sometimes goodness sometimes evilness
Infinite thoughts
Some stay others fray
Some hallucinations some creations
Some rises some falls
Different moulds different appearances
birthing, living and transcending.
Fumes dance strangely as they rise... so fumes like!
ReplyDeleteInteresting read.
Regards
Blasphemous Aesthete
Wow!!interesting one.. I just loved the way you penned it , thought-provoking thoughts , presented in best way ! :)Megha ,I really loved it ! :)
ReplyDelete@blasphemous Aesthete : right, fumes dancing on their own rythm on their own conditions expanding their empire ........
ReplyDelete@adreaamygal : thanku :)
Your poetry is like a colourful painting---in which you have painted different shades of life.i liked it.
ReplyDeletewith best wishes.
Hemant
Nice read. :)
ReplyDeleteMegha,
ReplyDeleteRead all pending posts. Good poems with lot of depth. Your choice in If I Were... is so good. 10 Things you hate about yourself are nothing serious and as a matter of fact most of those are just your own perceptions.
Take care
Fumes are mesmerizing,
ReplyDeleteFumes, they are always rising!
Nicely written! :)
thanks sayak
ReplyDeleteFUMES, dey r so beautiful, i just love watchin dem risse n rise n rise... nice post... :)
ReplyDeleteNamit,
My SPAce- Wen i was a boy