Monday, November 2, 2009

Thirsty...

Back in the days when the sun was at its brightest, life reflected the brilliance of sunshine and the soul sparkled with innocence - Back then I embraced darkness.

Brightness was stark and darkness was lush. Darkness was many hued, layered with curiosity, throbbing with the passion of sin and blessed with a deep dark voice of manhood.

Innocence, relatively, seemed effete and boring.

I dived into the depths of darkness. Far away from the reach of light.

Who needs light? Who needs sight... when there is blindness... and blindness can be… Exhilarating. Thrilling. Powerful. Magical.

Ah! To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness. Darkness raping the soul with insane fervor and to the sound of buzzing psychedelia. Darkness and the soul creating devastating devilish dark hued fabric to dress life up for the night life in the moon light.

My fangs. Are drawn.

My wings. Are spread

I hunt. My love.

Your windows. Are they open tonight?

If yes. Lets drink to it…

30 comments:

Atrisa said...

What would Freud say to your pieces? Hmm. You're making this genre your forte buddy!

Nikki said...

I like this style of writing...keep them coming buddy!

Grayquill said...

Is this your belated Halloween greeting? Or are you turning into a Vampire?
It reminded me a bit of Proverbs 4:19 But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what makes them stumble.
As always fascinating and great writing.

pawan said...

Hmmm, a poem through the eyes of a vampire?
And even though if my windows were open tonight, you can't come in, vampires need to be invited to come into someone's house!

Good poem, but could you please explain this line?
"To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness."


Deaf blindness? I gotta hear it from you!

Ashley said...

Wow! This I love!!! I think writing on darkness is your forte.

Don't know what that says about me though. But I like darkness *read black*, I am curious as hell and I would love to be able to fly.

But my windows are still closed.

Maybe because you like the deep dark voice of manhood. Ain't got that one mate. :p

PS: Just felt the need to ramble. Please feel free to take this comment down if it offends.

Sleep well!

ani_aset said...

"To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness." nice usage buddy :) how many of us actually want to do that?

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Atrisa

Freud would give up on me :-)

How have things been with you mate...

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Nikki

Hi, I am back now and can see that you have posted a lot. Promise to read them over the next couple of weeks.

And thank you. I am happy you liked it. It was something that I wrote without much thought.

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Grayquill

How have you been mate... I can see that you have posted a third post on you accidents... which means I have missed a lot.

Promise to catch up soon.

I am turning into a vampire... only I promise to drink rose coloured milk :-D

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Pawan

It reads like a poem???

That, I promise you was not intentional. Just wrote something out of the top of my head when I was very bored.

Deaf Blindness???... oh just a play on words... blindness refers to the dark side that has closed its eyes to anything remotely good. And then to make it really effective... it has to be deaf to the good as well...

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Ashley

Hi. Now why should I be offended. I read the whole comment three times more to find something offensive and failed.

The vampire likes the deep dark voice of evil. Not me. I still like warm feminine voices. I hope you have one... and vampires can open windows you know... at least the ones that I know... :D

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Ani

No. No. Note me :D

Brr.. Scary...

LOL

Nikki said...

You say you wrote this with not much thought? I am waiting for the one with too much thought put in then!

blunt edges said...

"If yes. Lets drink to it…"

all i can say is CHEERS!!!

brilliant job dude :D

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Nikki

That happens very rarely. This mind, sadly, is incapable of much structured thought :D

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Oy Blunty

Thanks bro... And I can see that you have written something too... look forward to reading that... tonite I think...

Cheers...

Anita :) said...

Heyy..u sound like a clueless thirsty wizard! Felt like a fairy tale soliloquy!. :) Waiting for more.

Shanu said...

I never blvd my brother when he pointed a finger at me, laughed and said "You are stupid". But given that I am the only one who hasnt understood your post...I have to admit that today, I believe him.

As for ur post, I am sure it is as brilliant as the rest have pointed out....Cheers to that :)

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Anita

What??? You want more gore :o

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Shanu

Its better that way... under 18 ke liye nahin tha ye :D

Shanu said...

OK..If u say so

Anita :) said...

More of such writing!! OMG

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Shanu

Finally you got it :D

As the Mind Meanders said...

@ Anita

Decide... quickly... do ya want more or no :D

Chhaya said...

Its beautiful... dunno why, but i found it kinda teasing.. in a good way :)

btw, i had lost the link to ur blog :(

wanna exchange links?

Ashley said...

@Mr Mind
“The vampire likes the deep dark voice of evil. Not me.”
“My fangs. Are drawn…..Lets drink to it…”
-Contradictory statements, dontcha think? :p

Thousif Raza said...

Dude thats some stuff really, i mean awesome is an understatement really, so well written man so well, really good


and where r u forgot me or what yaar, miss your comments blog gore really... if you got time visit k :)


ake care and keep writing.....

Ruchi said...

I left you an award on my blog..pls chk

Cheers,
Ruchi

Shanu said...

Finally I got wat??

Anonymous said...

Back then... When the world was full of light... I developed an intolerance to it... I was told that it was a curse... With no cure.. It was stress.. It was imaginary... It was an illusion, my ailment... And then I forgot about you... And the light no longer bothered me. Until tonight. I don't know what it is about this cold white night. That reminded me about you. Again. I passed a butcher's shop today morning and slabs of fat were lying on the counter next to slaughtered goat heads. Maybe that did it. My apologies, my fiend. I am sorry if me being me has bothered you in any manner. I didn't mean it. To be mean. You of all people should be able to understand :|