In the milieu that we live in, Commotion and crass is the only harmony, Time just passes, It is not slipping off our hands these days, We hardly have time to hold on to anything in this state, Time is slipping off an abysmal hole somewhere, Calendars is making Jan Feb and other ten faces, The same expression it has unlike the yellow sheen of the spring, And grey tinges of the autumn, Farcical are the hands of the clock, They are uniting and separating for nothing, It is all the same everyday In the milieu that we live in, Melody is in horn beeps when stuck in the traffic And loneliness is the absolute companionship we possess In the milieu that we live in, unsaid is the most spoken thing, Did you see my lips quivering, They just made a different form few minutes back, Ofcourse not to converse, They quivered because nose had clogged, I needed some breath to register I am living, Still not dead, In the milieu that we live in, We coin terms like facebook, while reading faces was the idea of ultimate romance once, He would clasp you in his arms, And dig into your eyes, In the milieu that we live in, Romeos no longer woo Juliets, They loiter in streets, And satisfy themselves...
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 14:53:57 +0000
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