Tried to write something after quite sometime but guess what, I am still not an ounce good. But you know how it is with poets and poetry : self expression and appreciation is what helps to keep the sanity intact..
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I have tried to abandon the world that I
Thought did not believe in me.
Tired of their mocking, I tried to seek out
A place to hide ; I hid inside my head.
Discarding the joys as senseless poetry,
I built my house using the "hard hammer of prose".
But alas! A failed workman I am; For I built
A castle among the clouds standing upon
Pillars of sand on a turbulent sea shore!
Soon enough, the tides came in,
And the neutral water ate in the foundations of
My world like vitriol,
And my castle fell , I was without a home!
I now live in a world that is make believe,
A world that refuses to exist, for it is losing its meaning.
The world that I had abandoned not long back has closed its
Doors for me but allows me to observe happenings through
A glass window, tempting me to break in!
But it is not worth the effort, for I fear I am no longer wanted.
No hands reach out to me anymore for
I had rebuked their earlier overtures.
So, for now, I fear that I am an outcast;
Who must serve the whims of this cruel fantasy.
Till my back snaps and I fall under the weight of my regrets,
I must smile for these are really trivial things.
Nothing more than empty musing,
These banal thoughts can wait as
Poetry never cures anything.
-Forever and Always
Subhodeep (Noir) Sarkar
Oct 26th, 2012
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| I don't own this. Peace. |
