squalid senses

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

In the stygian element of the mortal clumps
of slums reeking clumsy urbane pungent,
decay-gutted & mottled below mansions,
cocktail of emissions,clouds and chimneys
carbonated rainbow’s monochrome beams
dulling its way across the marine night air,
broad with stinking backdrops, casting
the aphrodisiacal fakes for steamy straddling sways
flouting the shoddy glassy transoms.
over shades of the tall penitentiary wall,
the moon's fall in to a trough of the cirque,
unleashed horses,speeding sleighs,splashing the heaven,
a trenchant fjord, misty moist down the crevices
of bare streets of feigning sleepers,dreaming,
like an unborn fetus seeking catharsis.


Herb Alyètte said...

This is dark to the point of being hauntingly allusive, top stuff.

And welcome to Poets United

Herb Alyette.

Sadia Hussain said...

I'm speechless again Shashi! You have an amazing flair for writing!

oilunderneath said...

Very grim, and sharp, lovely wordplay.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like your blog very much - there is much to delight the senses and your poem has an intriguing darkness to it, which invites the imagination to try a different direction.

Jingle said...


Brian Miller said...

interesting...this carries a lot of grit and texture and you use/play with your words well...i def dont mind the shadows

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


Your words are crafted with such care and bring to the reader an emotional kind of image, accompanied by great movements.
I love the shapes and form, carried by a sympathetic vein running through this poem.
Always a pleasure to find your poetry and to spend some time losing myself there:)


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