Restless

[hazeldusk]

I walk, half-blinded by my imagination -
Inhaling in the world as it IS
And exhaling out a non existent vision.

I fantasize. sculpt. dream.
Therefore I am.

My fingers reach out to a uniform emptiness,
While my restless mind creates whorls
In a sequence of textured madness.

Red eyes conjure up a green field, in tandem
With toes that stub against a squalid

Comments

The pic...

[anonymous]

Poem; Nice.

Where is the pic from?

Re: The pic...

[hazeldusk]

who are you? :)

the picture is a link to the original, so you can choose between clicking on it and hovering mouse on it to check.

http://yashshri.blogspot.com

[anonymous]

ur just too good with words and colours..keep up the good work!!
cheers!

Dropping by

[anonymous]

My god, you write well.
Why didnt you tell me you were like this poet and storywriter? I'm hooked

Great to know ya! :)

oh and avinav here

Re: Dropping by

[hazeldusk]

you didnt ask bugger. I was projecting the thought at you though :D :D