Trial and error
The same rundown memory lane.
Here I go again!
Looking for the broken mirror
Housing my face from when
I committed my first mistake.
Trials and errors pile
Make me feel like
I've committed myself
To the folly of insane
In various grabs.
Each shard of the broken mirror
Adds to itself a new image
Of innocence lost
Bewilderment and shock
Old exasperation
New born resignation.
One more trial after
May be I will even catch
A glimpse of death
On the cracked surface.
The same rundown memory lane.
Here I go again!
Looking for the broken mirror
Housing my face from when
I committed my first mistake.
Trials and errors pile
Make me feel like
I've committed myself
To the folly of insane
In various grabs.
Each shard of the broken mirror
Adds to itself a new image
Of innocence lost
Bewilderment and shock
Old exasperation
New born resignation.
One more trial after
May be I will even catch
A glimpse of death
On the cracked surface.
5 comments:
Can be made into a rap song
Reminds me of a Kamala Das poem. The ferocious prose of a hedonist, the resignation of a realist, the continuity of a pragmatist.
Maybe you have had this said to you before.
Real deep shit! Intriguing.
@foolwise, may be it can! @aruni rc, I'm very , very flattered and a tad bit scared.
scared? poetry, like life and death, can be both terrifying and beautiful.
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