in the gloomy interface <br />as the light recede, serpent of dark crawls idly <br /> deep into the night. <br /> <br />Sitting long over a cold corner <br />people pass by, bustling in the overlapping spheres of speech. <br /> <br />The spheres diffuse upto you <br />get tangled in the web of smoke and spilling dark. <br /> <br />Elongating curve's break straight in the oblivion <br />out of many, few stirs the ear, <br />drifting along the opaque air, <br />like piercing shrapnel's. <br /> <br />The smoky sap leaps up <br />the forbidden echoes in your vault, <br />whistling at a furtive pace, <br />in search of a lost enunciated word, <br />which leaked silently through the overburdened syntax of a dream, a long way back. <br /> <br />You sway in an unknown trajectory of the same primal origin, <br />always a new in the eclipsing evening.<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hallucination-12/
