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.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I actually shuddered after reading "it"...

N 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 ...

N 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 ..

N 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 :)

che sara sara said...

love???

che sara sara 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 :)