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Sunday 29 November 2015

Stigmata


So what if the clouds are grey
The shining stars shimmer through,
A distant violin weeps
In the eerie silence..
A spotless white buck sits
On the nose of a pitch dark boar
And devours burning charcoal..
Birds are shivering of the icy river
And a crocodile swims in my hot soup..
Some pages of a half burnt book
Flutter in my hollow vacuum
Stigmata!


Note: This poem was published in the literary journal Muse India

31 comments:

  1. Wow! Powerful visuals evoked!!

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  2. Barring the 2nd line,all other lines express general despondency. Have a good day Amit!

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  3. What an surreal picture you paint with your words!

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  4. Beautifully penned...loved it, Amitji... :-)

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  5. Wow...... as i read i colud visualise it too. So powerful words.
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  6. A poet with strong sense of visuals can only write such lines.....a word picture!

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  7. Its easy to visualize the picture painted in the poem.

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  8. Evocative. Powerful. Stirred many emotions.

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  9. ...a distant violin weeps...!

    Such powerful images! Loved it to the core!

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  10. A painting in words still damp, that too All black and grey ... still so beautiful !
    Only some can conjure up :) :)

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  11. Only some can appreciate like this:) I am ecstatic Kokila:) Thanks a ton:):)

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  12. Oh, DELIGHTFUL poem....Your verses reveal an endearing view that most lovers of literature can relate to....beautiful lines!!

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