Choices like red balloons along a lonely boulevard,
the road stretches infinitely,
The horizon vanishes,
And only blue remain.
Tasting regret in every morning coffee,
I contemplate death and it's lover.
Rain falls from the heavens
And it all freezes.
Drops of innocence mid-fall,
The child remains to exist in remains.
I see him within me,
I see a train and a bus and a prison tag in a prison
Caging only me.
Life isn't mandatory, and that truth
Is my freedom.
In ocean and skies that look the same,
I float, and so does the world,
Cubes of land adrift, edging to the sun,
And the moon watches deliriously.
And delirious I am, drunk
On drugs of my own making.
But I see a gaping hole in all this,
A black hole in the heavens,
And I realise, it's 25th March 2008
everyday.
.
I'm not ready to share, and perhaps that's
Why I'm acting the same lines on a different act.
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Ode
PoetryHere's an ode to the night he/she left; here's an ode to the anxiety you feel on a sunny morning and everything was supposed to be fine; here's an ode to the feelings left unexpressed; here's an ode to the words left unsaid, or perhaps what can...
