The story of a creative child
17 Mar 2011 4 Comments
in Poetry
The creative child was thus born.
A pregnant silence crackled open
From a prolonged, deafening lull.
She bombed out with a fierce cry,
Perplexed by magnanimous impulses -
Created. Annihilated. Rejuvenated
Eternally, realistically, unforgivingly.
Created. Annihilated. Rejuvenated.
Perpetually, gently, relentlessly.
It was a blazing, bright morning,
The cerebrum fell prey
To helpless inebriation.
It nurtured, cradled and canoodled
Spiralling feelings -
Born from a fierce burst of
Love, of intangible pain
Of untrue realities.
Beyond the perceptible,
A creative child, She was born.
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Mar 18, 2011 @ 21:29:56
whoa!! simply great:) loved dis one…!
Mar 18, 2011 @ 22:23:19
Hey, thanks a lot
Mar 21, 2011 @ 16:26:02
a work like this rings of genuine birth pangs…very intense and lyrical…way to go sindhu
Mar 21, 2011 @ 19:06:56
Oh, thanks a lot, Ranit! Churning this out was a painful creative procreation in itself