Sunday, July 4, 2010

Mists

And then..... it leaves you wondering, what exactly are we? The sameness that forces us to writhe in pain. Agony, it moans with unfathomable names. 
   Disentangling the details, we are all that island of a person. The random scenes that cross the minds, behind them, there are secrets; there, we stopped to live and have yet to live in parallel dimensions when screams are still unheard. 
   we die. From our ashes, there rises another fire. Alone. Those walls of the grave, they smother me. Let the light find its way; but be careful, it might blind me.
    Quotes between the inner lines; Fresh air still hanging on the mists of the morning before the first yawns discard it, hazy memories intertwine. Identify me. Recognize the paleness of my skin. A dead soul speaks tonight. Bruised lungs crumble down. Bruised longs can't but feign oxygen. 
    I thrust the fangs and peel the skin away. I move them to my heart and let them linger there. 
"You can only take too much," I whisper. "You can only take too much."

13 comments:

Oddyoddyo13 said...

This sent chills up my spine-I love the title. So mysterious.

sheri said...

'you can only take so much'...this was both stunningly true yet chilling...wonderfully written with words that seems to be brand new when you use them, maha.

Brian Miller said...

the repetition of those last few lines stikes a cord that accentuates the writhing in pain...chiling stuff today...

Sam Liu said...

Hauntingly beautiful, Maha. You are, undoubtedly, a writer of immense skill.

THE BEATY said...

gave you shivers just reading it

HollieDahhrlinn said...

one word maha - sentiment. What a lovely way to describe this situation x

Lu Ann said...

You know what? I wonder the exact same thing... what are we after all?
Just a glimpse of existence, a grain of sand lost in the immensity of the sea, a flower meant to bloom and shine when the sun rises and then die when the nightfalls?
I believe in some way we are... but what makes our existance something as marvelous as it is, is that there are ways not everyone discover to make each day and each breathe worth it.
Some may make a difference in this world, you know... we all wanna change the world.
Anyway sorry... I wrote too much! But as I always say. I beg you pardon but I cannot help myself to twll you that you write awesome!

Eva said...

" I thrust the fangs and peel the skin away. I move them to my heart and let them linger there."

That was amazing. Every line was intense. And the repetition of the last line drilled the feeling in.

joanny said...

Phoenix Rising -- poignant and powerful -- Joanny

Roland D. Yeomans said...

You have lyrical, evocative talent, Maha. Love your words and the spirit they invoke. In tribute, a haiku :

Dreams drift like clouds,
I reach to touch the moon,
I grasp but empty night.

Roland

RJ said...

Wow. You have an amazing talent. I love the repeating at the end. It really made me stop and think.

Thanks btw for the follow/comment on my blog.

THE BEATY said...

have a new story up

::Owning the Words:: said...

Hauntingly cryptic and yet your prose unfurls with such elusive beauty. The essence of your words seem to swirl and twist much like the movement of mist. Captivating.