Saturday, March 10, 2012

Get Ready, Explosives on the way

Words come to me,
Leave me just the next moment
And I'm left a void
As if I'm dumb,as if I'm a begger.

Things happen to me
I don't understand;
Fire burns and ignites a soul
Feeble though; Puff! smoke and ash.

Computer, result of a deadly sin
I must have commited some life back
Vulnerable as I'm to self criticism
Lack of courage; Words come back.

No sense; if you are looking for
It's a game of creation where
You don't know what you create
And I'm a master here, I excel.

One two three: lamp-posts burning
Can't you see? Yellow evening.
Nose, Ears, oh ho! Silence Streak
And a lotion of mongoose skin.\

Jugglery; Art Gallery, Gallantry
Gay, Lesbian , lies and fantasies
I see through you, you don't read
Words, Explosives I deal in plenty.

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