Tuesday, December 18, 2012

the discarded melody.....

Erratic stirrings throwing them into cannibalistic irrational impulses...scorching away any traces of complacency, the crass etiquette folding within their dreary cold noisome blood...

Hungry insecurities are mindlessly fed with filthy drivel.
No it is't the indulgent satiating sinfulness..rather a desperation - tossed unnervingly in the lava of disgusting poignant impuissance...

No it doesn't breathe out any gloriously fierce fire...
the aura is only infected with caustic decay...
Indeed, a throbbing dissonant repulsion on the sensibilities of the spirit....
Not a scheming evil but a creature lost in the acidic abyss of corrosive crassitude...

Such are the things she saw in the deformed eyes of that esurient devil-
forgotten peace...
the growling discord...
the forfeited music of harmony...of "sur"....

The voice of that kind old lady calling to her- she sailed along the comprehensible fluidity only to nestle acquiringly into the meaning of that epithet resonating from her childhood folklore...that she always held immense fascination for...the one devoid of any harmonious melody....the "asur"....