Of Speeding cars,
And Flashing lights,
Of Nights of passion,
And abundant desire,
Of States of inebriation,
And Fluid emotions,
Sailing through life,
Rising as we fall,
Comfortably unaware,
Blindly we crawl,
And when nothing truly remains,
The realization befalls,
Of that that was found and lost,
Tears that melted away like frost,
Too late to perhaps redeem,
Lament over mistakes that went unseen.
and yet when the emptiness
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I watch it with envy
for sure there were your hands
and stains of those long
forgotten summer
and forgiven memories
and yet when the ice
puts the grass to sleep
and the browns from the trees
fall off to the netherworld
I know the blue blanket
which cushions me
will slowly empty me too
and the greens will desire
a new monsoon
your comment, better than my poem:)
ReplyDeletehow can i say it was better when it was created out ur poem and has still not cut off the umbilical cord of its existence...ur creation was an alter through my poem emerged...I like comments when they emerge as poems :)
ReplyDeletewow... awesome both of u
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