Soul Melee 2

Soul Melee 2 prose poem

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The day cries in stifled agony as the shout of night revellers grow in unified rendition
The day ululates with all its might
The throat protests, plies at the choking fingers of the dark
It is omniscient to the dark, its neither boastful nor vain
Yet the dark gags its soul; the bestial cloak ever too present starting to spread,
It stomps and stamps at the daytime vagaries of humanity,
Grotesque faces leer, sneer and laugh crudely,
Jeering at the last broken light.
Still at the cusp of extinguishing, yet the life remains;
One last burn of flame, one last attempt to shun the night,
The darkness and its hostile dragonian might.
Smoke envelopes the lithe light; shining sliver of orange through the fingers to the half closed eyes.
Smoke pulls it left, it pulls it right, it gags it again with all its might; yet
The sliver remains, flickering, trembling, cowering, staggering, yet it stays.
Staying till morning shines, the sun bursts through the dark clouds
And the night runs holding its skirts up her smoky ankles.
The darkness would sit tight in some crevice; till again it’s his time
To flex its muscles with the descent of his lover with her dark skirt flowing wide;
spreading again into the palace of the acquiescing sun.

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Vandana Singh

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all my works , old and new can be read on my page,vandana singh .i am a writer of children's books(pre teen age),a painter,medium of my work is oil on canvass. i have had three solo exhibitions.
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asoke kumar mitra

lovely write. a painting on a canvas………


Its like a dark age drama, a beautiful song in a poem…


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