Sunday, February 1, 2009

Turbulent Flow

Now when sun goes down
Horizon dissolves in the black,
I feel like pretensions are over
Time to shift the behavioural gear…
Time to rejuvenate the human…
Time to nourish the growing foetus…
Time to take coherent precautions…
I feel like just delivered a neonate,
Severe pain squashed to modest sleep
Silent night falling in my dicey dream!

Love couldn’t be much then
Pocket had adequate air in it as
Carrying a parse wasn’t of practice-
Time for generalised simplification…
Time for diffident masturbation…
Time for mending torn out sole…
Time to live as fraction of the whole…
Seemed like independence day wasn’t far,
Brighter images veiling the cracked walls
Sceptic time whipped my glossy dream!

Sandwiched between the goal and those got
Takes place a shrewd game of chance,
Who cares it’s a jackpot or a blackjack-
When effect outlays audacious endeavour…
Balance plasters all sorts of imbalance…
Evolved perception is the golden trophy
Taught ‘hard to get’ chicks are sexiest ones…
Title of thief is the disgraceful impotence…
And history is just the piece for mart…
At last fucking sunset must revamp your day!



- littleWriter

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