of the miniscule

Eternal doubt

take some

seed

of

the

noise

steal a

sky

from the

clouded            silence

trace

the

color

of this         fictitious

            birth

engrave

the

nail of death

in the blood

                                                  of fear

collect

the

 honey

like a

bee of

       queenless nights

measure

the eye

and taste the

tongue

of the eternal

nectarous

  DOUBT.

Nihilistic Poetry

3 thoughts on “of the miniscule

  1. Beautiful composition.
    Love it.

    (the nectar is bitter and the blood runs opposite from the heart. in closed window buildings. the queen bee lost her heart.)

  2. what i have been writing….

    no rhymes:

    Reflections, images, grimy teeth
    stains ferric oxide rusty glasses
    half open closet
    a squeak

    a rat…
    dull grey diminutive
    GOD
    littering brooding defecating

    colonizing
    anal orifices wide bleeding
    assault on plastic bottles
    alcohol content full brimming

    S H I T
    suspicions hanging
    inconsistent tongues
    false philosophy painted plastered
    forehead

    walls concrete rubbles pebbles
    sand soil grime

    time-1:30 am
    A brazen alcoholic
    sex maniac,insomniac
    deeply rooted sleeplessness
    sleepless endocrines
    erectile super-function
    veins over-flowing

    “Neckline straining eye balls aching”
    planning creating ideating…
    “not really
    creative juices not working
    except
    sperm”

    by karanraj chettri
    facebook : greenliver@rediff.com

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