losing myself in inches..in the everyday regularity
escaping the last second
to relive it again
continual routine
variant in degrees, too miniscule
i am no longer unique,
existing day-in and day-out
clashin inside everyday
the two minds
one which wants to change
and the one who does not
i am reaching out
but am not yet there
the comfort in being mundane
seems more promising
fighting in this battle
to salvage my soul
hoping to be reborn
breaking the chains of lethargy
4 comments:
Nicee....
read few of ur poems in archives tooo..and must say they are equally beautiful...especially {under observation}
Came here from Orkut (Anushakti Community)..
Greetz!!!
why so much pain?? ;)
Nice work.
Check out my new one.
Rgds, Hari
@Z00nie Thanks for dropping by..and am glad you liked the poems :)
@Hari..
In words of Kahlil gibran, Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder,with a dash of the dictionary :). I guess this one was abt pain and the unchanging regularity of it all..
good luck, we all need it. but maybe this fight needs something else. something that has nothing to do with luck. but still, keep some by your side, just in case.
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