Worked to the skin and bone,
wind tangled hair and dirt caked flesh
heat had taken away skin's tone,
veins glaciated at loss of a dream.
Dream are, after all, for closed eyelids,
pain, however is in the mind.
Body worked to exhume every ounce of feeling,
will they escape their time?
Hehehe...
ReplyDeleteGuess who's turning in his grave, after reading that?
ReplyDeleteDylan!
"...left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping; My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming...
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes too numb to step... Let me forget about today until tomorrow"
any guesses? no points though, this one's kinda obvious...
:)
@lee san : since i know what that was about,i am not going to ask :P
ReplyDelete@ Promit: Mr. Tambourine Man. havent heard the song..just copypasted what you wrote in google :P
@pranita : spoken like a history student :p
You've been blogging again! If you haven't heard Mr. Tambourine man already, PLEASE do. It's extraordinarily beautiful. To describe how it makes me feel, I'd have to write a song as good.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the picture you posted reminds me of a much more horrific and violent one which I think you should see- Gin Lane, by William Hogarth.
my favourite of urs i think...
ReplyDelete"Dream are, after all, for closed eyelids"
I have visited my blog long long after.
ReplyDelete@schizoid
:D zanks.
@anushka
its like a celebrity postin comment on my blog...i adore yours :D..and i will check them out :)
"veins glaciated at loss of a dream"
ReplyDeleteAwesomeee *Barney style*
knew you'd like that, resident hopeless dreamer :D
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