Tread on the path, where the lights have gone
I know not who I am, Is this a hallucination you have drawn?
I died years ago, only the spirits sail by
Did you just say we struck a chord? Oh! It’s all a lie.
My world, yes it was full of life
What is now black, was once red, blue and white.
I laughed like mad and my eyes did shine
I cried like I do now, but with innocence entwined.
And Oh, I do so wish to be
If only I hadn’t murdered me.
Now I belong to none, not even to myself
Not to past, present or future, ‘coz my being I locked in that shelf
But wait as I confess of my soul having died,
Coz you too are unforgiven for having committed the same crime.
I say, I can no more, as I did fall, over and over again
It is your turn to own up, don’t say you did not play the game.
I brace myself as I start disentangling the knots, venting the furore and removing the muzzle to speak out loud. At times its jubiliation, at times bereavement; but perpetually a soliloquy, because I do not care to be heard. I am out to write my personal opinion, and that is in isolation to anybody else's thoughts. Forgive me if they are offensive and applaud if impressive, for these expressions are what my persona is designed of.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Daggered n Staggered
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