Monday, November 13, 2006

It

It envelopes me.
It is ugly.
But I do not close my eyes.
It screams ,
The deranged screams of a maniac,
But I listen.
Its stench is revolting,
But I smell
And keep smelling .
Transfixed I stand ,
Like a zombie I follow ,
As it drags me towards eternal damnation.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I actually shuddered after reading "it"...

The Solitary Reaper said...

Melancholy..

Anonymous said...

Riv-"it"-ing..
"Transfixed I stand
Like a zombie I folow"

Disagree with the reaper though..not melancholia but sloth. And yeah for a teeny-tiny fraction of a second thought of Cousin It from Adams' Family. :)

Harish Suryanarayana said...

@Deeps --> In crazy mode now ..

@Reaper --> Melancholy ? That involves more feeling . Its helplessness that I wanted to show .

@Hedonia --> Thanks . I dont remember Cousin It .. was not a big fan of the Adams' Family anyway ...

The Solitary Reaper said...

Ok,then I am wrong,sorry..

Harish Suryanarayana said...

@reaper --> Are you .. by any chance , in the same state as I am .. unmotivated and bored ?
Just curious ..

The Solitary Reaper said...

nope.. not unmotivated and the last of all bored... larger than life right now.. but happiness knows no words to express itself unlike melancholy..

Harish Suryanarayana said...

@reaper --> Nice to know that :)

sophie said...

love???

sophie said...

u fixed me there!!!

Harish Suryanarayana said...

@Sophie --> Hello! Definitely NOT love .. [:)] My lethargy , essentially, inspired me to write this one . Nice that you liked it :)

Anu said...

whoa! wats that which is so compelling yet revolting?!!