My Boombox Brain.

"My Boombox Brain."

 

Dead beats of thy Satan's demise,beats against thy celluloid.

 

Sometimes, it plays the mourning songs,of thy dying pen.

 

The sweetest serenades are heard,over the horizons of life and death.

 

At times, 'tis harmonic connection to my soul,goes through rocks of noir lanes.

 

Sweetest tune of life is played,marking sky as the limit,

 

on it scorpions of thy mind,do cartwheels in ecstasy.

 

Sometimes, thou hear lullaby, drench thee to peace,

 

and thou wake up to life yet again. .. to songs of thy boombox brain...

Reviews

[Abdur Raqeeb]

Wow! Nice blend of different styles of poetry.

[yusuf]

Thank You Buddy. Glad You Visited. :)

[Sami Khalil]

it plays the mourning songs,of thy dying pen.
I like that Yusuf...:)

[yusuf]

Thank You buddy. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Leslie Philibert]

Enjoyed this, a combination of classical 19th century ( tis, serenades ) and modern imagery ...boombox.

[yusuf]

Thanks mate. :)

[kublakhan27]

I love the imagery in this...very original, with a perfect flow, lilting but intense...well done.

[yusuf]

Thank you for your kind words. :)

[kublakhan27]

No problem :)