to the free-for-all pleasure giving whore called English
I am heading towards the meaning of my life.
From Dawood searching for his burial place where Black Friday transpired
to the enshrined marriage vows KrIMated over and over again
I am exploding in my meaningless existence.
From Botox to Dolly to preservation of the umbilical cord
to Slutwalk to I am Anna to Occupy Wallstreet to Zero Tolerance
I can see myself in the mirror yet can’t face the truth.
From proving ‘the world which acts as if it knows me’ wrong
to getting predictable with my inner senses
I am merging with my destiny.
3 comments:
Is it me or me
is this all that i feel
touch the sand the desert is yours
pick up a star and the moon is mine
from your lines is this all i can feel
write and be light is your reason to be
;0 just a few lines dont know if they sound good.. take care
Hmm..quite interesting. I loved the transition that happens from one verse to another. The subtle yet poignant use of metaphor is commendable. Really nice
Reshma- Nice attempt... can definitely get better.
Ninad- Thank you.
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