Sense in the nonsense emptiness – The poem
A few spilt words here and there
But so much serene,
To satiate the bottom of the ocean
A restive morphine.
An ocean so thirsty to the eternal pit
For it was darkness profound,
The waves of velvety hug was amber
For baring thirst so astound.
Morphine to quench the thirst
Rising of soul high above the sea
The waves to fill senses
Utterly for the time till direst of light,
The rays of blindness
Fully holding the mind to left of right.
There’s nothing in the centre
For the touch so intense,
Loaded till the end of being
with the rhythm credence.
The injecting of the nonsense to flow
Along the bloodline,
To defy the very boundary of glow
Synergic to lifeline.
Undiluted speed to slip across
Morphing the credit,
The agony was painted gloss
Hoping for burly debit.
Wishes flowing deep
To snatch the sun from the horizon,
Desires go wild to dip
The sun in the Ketchup crimson.
Sun is little fade and tired
Let the Morphine work to hypnotise the Sun,
Amber blue soar to ocean bed
Only if the nonsense eternity becomes acme fun.
Emptiness is enveloping the cottoned senses
Darkness is creeping to the core,
Nonsense senses to dampen to fringes
A hollowness to climb the soul.
Please close the day and tore the calendar
The end of end should meet the end now
For morphing the Morphine to shallow hum.
Breathe line is dropping to hug the dark ocean bed.