Friday, February 11, 2011

Moonless Night

Why do I walk alone?
On a moonless night on a haunting stroll.
Time when even my shadow leaves me alone…
I have a red soul.

But now for a while,
My thoughts are not a fourth street whore
Sold cheap,
to an idea,
that I can’t behold

But now for a while,
I have a brain.
Not a transmuted skull,
a storage for all that goes.

Prowling away from the clemencies of the day?
Of a scalding sun
Of the sharp beams of sunny rays?
An insurgence of chemical views
and mechanical thoughts

A shadowless self.
But a better unpossessed body
A red soul
Speaks of life for me.


  1. I don't know how I missed to read this one earlier..!.. again darkness imbued with thoughts..!.and again I liked:)..