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10 January, 2005

Nightmares

This dream had sharper edges,
It sliced, nicked and burned,
Jarringly lucid, unmistakably direct,
Inflicting raw scars of lessons learned,
Demanding wakeful pledges.

Pointing scaly talons at the soul,
Death-masked faces, cloaked in gloom,
Cackled in reedy, screechy voices,
Warning against entering the room,
Of indulgent distractions; the only goal.

Morning’s pledge of mended ways,
Fleetingly burdened a tense brow;
Scattering, shattering as the body rose.
Trampled over, discarded, dormant for now,
Glinting heads of Hydra, in menacing arrays.

© Pragya

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9 Comments:

Blogger Anil said...

Nightmares indeed! That was a bit scary to read I must say. And I liked 'indulgent distractions'. You got the whole mood just right, dark and sombre yet laced with an underlying current of hope.

10 January, 2005 11:32  
Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Attagirl, Prags! :)

10 January, 2005 12:29  
Blogger John said...

Hi Pragya,

Just to think that you are a new convert to poetry! Just mind boggling!

You have a wonderful facility with words and associate them with images as if they are one.

Keep it up!

J

10 January, 2005 16:09  
Blogger Alex said...

i know this feeling...excellent poem

10 January, 2005 18:14  
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10 January, 2005 18:14  
Blogger Pragya said...

Thanks Anil, James, John, Nisha. Pleasantly surprised to see folks identifying with something I thought would be so obsure.

10 January, 2005 19:45  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I liked this poem.Very clear description.You can almost visualise it.But don`t worry,Hercules and Lolaus are always there to bury the heads of Hydra.Good job!

10 January, 2005 23:47  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Pragya,
This is an astonishingly nightmarish poem!
Your choice of words is perfect and those
dark and brooding thoughts or emotions that
cement the words to create the mausoleum
type ambience, call for an applause.
Bravo!
cheers !

11 January, 2005 01:27  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Pragya,
This is an astonishingly nightmarish poem!
Your choice of words is perfect and those
dark and brooding thoughts or emotions that
cement the words to create the mausoleum
type ambience, call for an applause.
Bravo!
cheers !

11 January, 2005 01:28  

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