Monday, Nov 01, 1999
Tiptoeing me all over the windmills of time
Through the roads of life
Like a scary shadow
Of my searching restless existence
Used to his company
Or rather say addicted to his presence
I never wandered alone
In my search of life
Suffocated of the breathlessness of the urban jungle
Trying to free myself from the
Cliche of chocked lungs
And facade of masked faces
He didn't leave me
Not even in times of introspection
In moments of catharsis
And then one fine morning
I accepted his omnipresence around me
And slowly but steadily
He become a part of me
A brother, a friend, a confidante
And then shedding all my inhibitions
I babbled with him
These long lasting conversations
that I still remember of
And soon I found him
Probing my utopian dream of an ideal world
Debating my fanaticism
Reminding of my recluse
My schizophrenia
At times
Mocking my scearch for passion
Instigating my efforts to add more to life
Then just pumping of blood
Always there for me
A change for what I called for
At the same time
Trying to protect myself
From invasions on my identity
Trying to withstand
The struggle for the survival of my individuality
To keep alive that call for change
I creeped ________________
I creeped into his craddle
Tried today, I confess
I speak out the secret bluntly
My mother gave birth to TWINS
ME AND MY LONELINESS
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