I’ve been dead since
The golden fish in the pond
In my glare; remain times ago
Shocking revelations of adult jungle
Ministers scaringly to my humble and phobic soul
Too much load; responsibility
The dream of the future
The adulthood jungle/mess
I walk back from an errand heavy hearted and sapped.
Attraction to every girl and woman;
A load too heavy to shed
Neuro-cyclic moribundity incorporates
Trying the blurred path to sagacity
Every moment of inner sinking
I embrace an elusive peace
Follow through:
If I were alive
I would be sitting down and talk to friends
I would be understood by my enemies
I would be merrying with a lover
To kiss, hold and share unwavering companionship,
In full attraction and half restrained adoration
Home away
Sipping coffee
Dig this:
Poems of the past
Speak of the same longing
Through rugged terrains;
Searching for a haven to rest,
Elusive too.
Strenuous decision making.
Trying to describe a non-existent plan;
Death! Death! Death!
Suicide in between,
Poems of death
Death before noon.
[Perhaps it’s due to little reading/study,
Possibly little unlearning,
Fulfilling the foreseen illiterates of the twenty first century
Refusing to unlearn to re-learn
Rendered to I
Has made me reserved].
7th July 2006
