"We are a generation without weight in history. No purpose or place. We do have a World War. We have No Great Depression. Our War is a spiritual war; our Depression is our lives. We are created through the TV to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we are not! "

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Rigor Mortis

Posting something after a lifetime!For the record, I was not really suffering from any sort of writers block but I just shifted around my priorities a little; drawing a fine line between love, passion , obsession and ambition, if you will!And now that it is (almost) cleared up, here's a poem to celebrate. This piece is about a year old, about a feeling that haunts me on both sultry midnights and overcast mornings. Sorry for the dark/gothic-isque title.

In the void of an angst ridden mind,
The waves of disconsolation surge-
Only to amplify with time,
Forcing sorrows to unbind.

The eyes remain unfazed
But the migraine rages on. 
Questions once answered
Now disintegrate and fume.

Somnolent eyes are stretched wide open;
And the rancid hues of untamed envy
Fuels the hatred of the fallen!
Deprived of glory, the wounded pride
Conspires with time.

-Forever and Always
Subhodeep Noir Sarkar

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