Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Carnival

Photo- Bijaylaxmi

Crushing hard, the limbs of night
glowing vistas of light..
igniting ecstasy of show off 
of boom, bang and gaiety..
display gait of carnival..

Yet of souls..
of running souls..
Their masks colored bright..
scented, polished and stylized...
The vivid players showered with light
 exhibit several skilled gestures...  
Yet to hold on and on
as long as carnival gets on
That makes their only goal...

Crushing hard the limbs of night
glowing vistas of light..
igniting ecstasy of show off 
of boom, bang and gaiety..
display gait of carnival..

Yet of souls 
of slugging souls
Their masks benighted
lousy, passe and spoiled.. 
The tired players behind the scene,
who never get a touch of light.. 
their lull souls bereft of hope..
play secretly their favorite role... 
Yet.. to hold on and on
as long as life passes on
That makes their only goal...

7 comments:

  1. The repetition of the words "yet of souls" works quite well, and that's what I loved most of your lovely poetry! :)

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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  2. Thank you so much for your comments..:) I am encourage through your kind words....

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  3. Totally enjoyable, enthralling, you sure did paint that night bright! :)
    enjoy the rally!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/the-measure-of-appurtenances/

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  4. Wonderful imagery! It has got my mind abuzz!!
    Well done.

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  5. Thank you so much friends for kind words...

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