In the outskirts of city, outside our tenement of thin dwelling,
snow sweeping around us, nearby foggy, our vision blinded by fog,
on the road, life surrounded by twigs , barren trees, emptied
of their greenery, presenting a weird look, may be synonymous
with the present look of lives, our lives, lives in comparison,
I see, with clarity, what course life is to take,
you sleep, or unconscious,
I ruminate, what is life, devoid of shelter, for many,
Poverty, squalor, shiver in the dead of night,
what matrimony has made many a women?
but you frequent bubs and bars, nerve shattered,
You lie; succumb to desire, that uncontrollable
desire, you fall a prey to that devouring ego,
blood sucking passion eating you alive every minute,
feline routine of your life, I build up every moment of life,
Whereas you crumble , lie on the shambles,
unable to extricate from the debris,
foppery, external fittings, your eyeliner,
your riches, spoils , now your ruins,
I can only pity you , my dear,oh!dear.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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