Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Beyond those Blinders!

Beyond those Blinders!

Your words are not verses;
The rhythm breaks like unkempt tresses;
Your seas are dry rivers and friendship shivers!
I am not a wordsmith;
I do not carry your beats;

I decipher life in my thoughts,
Sometime reality bites;
I saunter in the wilderness of the heart,
I maybe the first but never the last.

You have to Live to live;
And prepare for the worldly treat;
Sometimes you beat the heat;
And subscribe to others read.

You may join the union;
Or borrow and mislead,
You can pamper your mind;
Kill your heart and shine;

Its Time!

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