ME As the breeze of darkened nights sea, gushes past my manufactured heart! The spring of questions arrives, to the frozen desert of my thoughts! Heart shatters into many, with each chaotic query that is born! Many Mes that are bound within, break the shackles in this spring! Each me rises up red, with grudge of being cast to hearts hell! Each is a crossbow, with chaotic questions entangled, ready to puncture through with pain! The man in me, asks of love! the solider in me, questions my defeats! the miser in me, queries my gold! the saint in me, ponders on my existence! Soon the summer of pain follows the spring, cracking the shell of chaos i contain! The tunes of questions are now in unison, tormenting me about myself! Tears drip out one after another, as the monsoon of realization flushes in! Thoughts begin to flow, and answers start to blossom. each answer spoke to me,the happy life i lost,in clutches of world infected fate! the chaos soon began to wither, as i regained myself better! My hearts stitched back together, with threads of happiness and values, waning the mechanical life that existed! By Hemanth Kotaru
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 12:48:26 +0000
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