How long will we
Wait with glass umbrellas
Below a blazing inferno
How long will we
Suck on promises
And second hand hopes
Smelted in an illegitimate hour
How long will we
Be chimed by a clock
Which has lost it’s time
In gamble to a unholy mistress
Who winds it back?
How long will we
Be childed by the fakir
Who has his castle
Tied to a balloon
How long will we
Dig and drill through hell
To sneak a basement view
Of a long dangled heaven
How long will we
Be lured by bitches
In those fluorescent greenrooms
With dancing lights of fragrance
How long will we
Write about all of it
Being too short!
I don’t think I have much fare left now
I don’t think I will be able to pay
For this hell’uva ride!
4 comments:
the first stanza is especially very good.
Very powerful imageries that build up the iconoclasm.Chk out d one on my blog as well.
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wow!!! its 2 nic...
--- priyama here
Beautiful... Kudos to your words... Good luck. keep writing...
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