Thursday, March 6, 2008

Perdition



Mind is smeared with the traces of past

It has never really bonded with the present to last


Nostalgic images invade the canvass

leaving it bright but blighted by the absence of time


Time..........and I tore in 'betweens' and 'beyonds' of reality

enmeshed in eachother like two visicious serpents of sorts


Falling ......failing....fleeting volte-foce thoughts,

calling......crying.......craving .........but cannot


Dying trivial mellifluous optimism,

smothered by improbable melancholy


A routed spirit with all temerity lost........

awaiting eagerly to breathe its perfunctory last..............


...............By Me