If life is about tasting fulfilment,
In an unfulfilled life,
Then the mind that meditates in the forest,
Must also run in designer shoes,
It must by pass the emptiness,
And shun all roads to finding love...
In once again wanting to fly,
The glitter of jewels must catch the eye,
The silverware held not just for toying with food,
The silk when draped must cool the flesh,
The voice of a loved one must resonate,
The meaningless must assume new meaning,
The hurt must be trashed-traded for a laugh,
The night must stoke the fire of desire,
The day must never be sans purpose,
Why?
Why watch the juice seep out?
Why endure the agony of hmmms?
Can anyone really tell if they ever felt love?
2 comments:
Ismitha..u write dam so well.
i could imagine the ur words...mind running in designer shoes.!lol
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@Chitra, thank you so much for stopping by and yes the mind is just like a crazed athlete running on the same track :)
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