Should I write

but should I?

Musings

  • Let a Theatre be my Resting Place

    Walking out this dome of epic proportions Chaotic mind stood still in contemplations Natural at no thing in this world, ever Only felt a vision realized in cherished fervor Started with a talking box, near it I lunched Engrossed in the makers’ mind, munched To worlds unknown, to thoughts coerced In the palm of fellow…

  • THE BELLS OF A WINTERY SPRING

    Wild at heart and wild in beauty My burden is gone into the eternity Life it gives around the perpetuum Relieving the insanity of our built domes No agreements and no deceit The mounatin cares not does it? Tiresome and grueling it demands All you can do but obey its commands A tryst with it…

  • HELL OR HIGHWATER

    The roses that grow in the snow Still stream of petals when blown What’s real and what’s not Pondering is a waste of thought Every corner and every turn A curve ball thrown and a mind that burnt A myriad in the sky and a myriad in my ears Left on the galaxy’s edge the…

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  • SEEKING THE UNCONCERNED

    Upside down, the world on its destiny, Forever nonchalant, my thoughts fly Towards that, my depravity Those that dont want me, why? Roaming through the woods, I search No answer, no avail, think this a sail my making, my own besmirch Truth the animal with no head nor tail Sink into the warmth of emotion,…

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  • THE BUBBLES WE LIVE IN

    A thought, a word, an opinion, a belief No escape from this tree of grief I make my bed and call it my home, Not realizing its arms way from being a tomb Filled with pain and regret, my mind flies What rain can wash these echoing cries? Life’s rapid motion is building its walls…

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