Monday, March 25, 2013

Family and Friends

Slowly it grows on me,
An ominous heart-break,
Threatening to perish
All that won’t change.

Gone are the days of surety,
Knowing who abides and waits
Politics and misunderstanding,
An unbridgeable abyss create.

Question not how,
But when, whom and why?
Egos, systems, indulgence,
Half-knowledge and sundries.

At times I wish to teleport
Revert to a past unspoilt,
Perhaps lift the clouds of dust,
And this day wouldn’t come to pass.

Such is my world today,
Mere fragments of a whole.
On this I shall build
And yet hope for more.

1 comment:

  1. the world lives on hope. that in itself to give up all desires of teleporting :)


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