A cold dewy frame
Set against rusty lights afar,
Monsoon taps a dry face,
Sense the moist breath
I feel part of it all.
An inconsequential human being
Dependent on what cannot be seen,
Limitations have no bounds
Perched high in uncertainty,
In missions unclear.
Think, know what is not,
Deluded in love, a selfish grind,
Cannot keep a brittle hand
From soothing an aching head
Reel in unearthly fears.
Days numbered before
Even learning to count.
Naively garrulous mouths
Want to say that life is beautiful
But a heavy feel hinders.
Do not want a life
Of judgments in black and white
But mind you, do it across miles
Or in a warm hall
With a so-called loved one.
If only occupied
With the sweet pangs
Of my next fill or petrol bills
And not this vatic clinging pain
What is my real contribution?
Slices of time served up,
See the sandy bank approach,
And a blur beyond
A pathetic individual with a latent heart
A meaty pump…………………………..
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I have come out and alive
Thank You, Catharsis
Friday, July 6, 2007
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