Thursday, May 5, 2011

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Your absence is a sudden death for a decade long wait
How can you kill a period of time that you cannot ignore?
It is a matron of embrace...or motion
While I watch them close by
Hugging, celebrating
Without making any connection,
still be able to explore what the world of you offers
and it is boorishly incorrect
And think about if I had a 20/20 vision on you
Now? ...I am blindly fleabiting on your skin
And you are not even aware of it
Flagrant, flamboyant ...
Staging in real flavor
But you know what I am going to do in time being
I'll tinkle the tidings for your tough share
And I'll calm the elephant down
Or I'll bring more anxiety by tea forming the past...




The moment I feel that I am alone and truly left in solitude
I diversely sacrifice sanity thinking that you are watching even more
With wise hands and a flying verse that lines on my winning tongue
I love you in reversed poetry, that is never due to be read
I am getting old in your degree and
I don't even know what your mysticism means
What your sources are
All I have is myself and some abandoned verses
And I preach whatever comes to my worshipping ways
Busy but practical...not so charming
But slow in its rushness
I wish you can join me now
While I inhale some chemicals out of that poison called cigarette
A bad habit that has never been approved by my other half
It is not snowing anymore
No more ice in your backyard, I am sure
What are you subjecting now...I wonder
Choosing lazy boxes for attendance...



I do not know what you want me to do
I have tried the most ridiculous ideas to capture your attention
I thought you have enough seriousness and
poorness of wool workmanship
I tried, but there is a limit in everything
And I know you are also thinking the same towards me
That I am too much or too little
If I was balanced such as your wave permits
I wasn't going to be here for sure
and you weren't going to obscure my being in this town
the setting sun is cloudier become
and gods are calling me in a shape of you
and I wish this was a common night to wish for
but it is italic and it is soldiered down..

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