Vertical life,
in a horizontal plane.
Confusing directions,
confusing lines.
Withhold me here,
so that I learn,
more than I hear.
Shuttling of minds,
trusting the binds,
lives, live on..
Blinder than ever.
Vertical plane,
trying to dislodge,
my horizontal life.
Confusing me,
and making me blind.
2 comments:
Tell me, who has got a bearing on existence? I always say, life is a death-trap. The more we try to get out the 'blinder than ever' it gets. I like the way you described the theme. I felt like moving around aimlessly/ blindly in a mesmeric maze of geometric patterns drawn by relationships, emotions, ambitions, dreams, what not? The question is (just to confuse you trifle bit more), who is responsible for the line - the pencil, the ruler or the person who drew it?
I like this poem very much. Thanks for introducing your blog through orkut. Keep writing.
- smokecanopy-
Thanks smokecanopy, -you seem to like this name better- i have always had lil 'out of mind' thoughts abt life. most people dont think it is worth it. so, now, poems stand witnesses to my thoughts. :)
i hope, i keep having thoughts, so i can pen them down. :)
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