he has little intuition for birds
leave alone the butterflies
is blind to a cat’s stealth
and the sad look in a dog’s eyes
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he is an interior person
opens the door of his house
only on steamy summer evenings
for the breeze from the sea to waft in
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ever since he has taken up
this broadband connection
he has left the idiot box
and watches only buffered news
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he is an unapologetic bachelor
with a lot of false starts and promises
goes for lonely walks and writes poetry
imitating bukowski without a typewriter
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reading the Myth of Sisyphus
he asks himself an existential question
why does he not contemplate suicide
living a nothing life as he is
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he dreams up a reason that
he wants to marry one day and
he wants to tell his daughter someday
the story of his false starts and promises
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1 comment:
Great justification .... Hats off!!!
Life we feel is so full of emptiness ... so very devoid of passion ...
So full hidden expectation .... and so very filled up with acts ....
I wonder.. have we lost the essence of life ... and the desire to live? The twig that keeps us afloat in this majestic ocean is the hope ... hope that the pessimistic present of ours paves way for an optimistic future...
Lets see how the future unfolds...
And what the 'gift of life' beholds ...
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