Paranoid Glasses
Days that slipped by
from the paranoid glasses
of my windows.
Hands profoundly tried touching
the empty sky, Fruitless.
Rain never touched the heated soil.
Clocks stopped ticking.
The distant horizon became pale,
and breezes ran opposite.
Visions were sharp until then,
crashed with the death of transparency.
The greener heart perished.
No wonder still the finger-tips were sensitive.
They drew sketches of happiness,
and the emotions that abolished
from the inner and outer self,
probably vindicating our conscience.
Who should be blamed ?
The graves of the ancient civilizations
Who forced us to dig deep
and create mega-structures.
Or the progeny of complex human mind ?
I tried unfolding those mysteries
during the darkest hours of the day.
Failed repeatedly,
Broken and shattered.
Even tears abandoned my rugged skin.
The story still remains the same,
everyday I sit beside those paranoid
glasses of my window pane.
Nothing changes,
My effort goes in vain…
-Nil
26th March, 2012
ReplyDeletetat was ver 'out-of-box' poetry pal.
i always knew u were talented ... each time u pen down sumthng creates a higher impression of you.
Splendid writing!