Sunday, July 3, 2011


I am here
Which I thought to be a neverland ,
Where I am seeing
As an outsider
From behind the clouds………..
Withholding my judgements
Withholding my thoughts
Withholding my mind
Withholding my participation
Withholding for I don’t know how long
May be till I get reborn
With the knowledge
Of the absolute
To  see the reason
in the ashes
 Flying around
Originating of the
 Treasons as they
Are named…….


 I wake up
In the next moment
By the sound of
Shattered glass of the clock
That just slid through the fingers
Ringing the alarm of the reality
And the practicality
That I had been late for the work…
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  1. Mesmerizing post, and the last stanza, well it was a pleasant surprise. :D

    Blasphemous Aesthete