Full Moon Emptiness

Grey shards of memories, generate resembling images, Whether I like it or not, My mind thinks Logically.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Consequence

When he deserted
The dream of his life
A desert remained
In search of its own sand
Myths were formed
In circling tones
And rumors fled
with the might of their words
The emotions glazed
with every breath
that now had no purpose
to remain in strength
The fortunes faded too
traded for mediocre lives
and the faces faded too
squandered for gaudy masks
But in the heart of his
was a meek cut
that never stopped bleeding
and never was shut
Which reminded him
Of his virtue
and vice too within
He turned to every side
For the refuge unseen
that was never meant for him
For the love unheard
that was never known to him
And he stared in the abyss
And he said to the dark
with a fear of disobedience
With shivering hands
and a spear of dreadful consequence
"Why have you found me,
of all the rest of men?
and why do you stigmatize me,
of all the beasts of men?"
And his gaze was returned
when the abyss stared back
And his nerves were frozen
when he heard the ticking clock
He heard the words
which echoed in his heart
"The choice was yours,
and the luck that you asked."
He knew he had traded
And failed for sure
all his life and those dreams
for a life with certainty
that denied him the gifts
Which he feared all the time
'cause he feared the risk to open
"Will I get hurt?"
And he had waited long enough
to make everything sure
And he now he waited
for the eternity to make sure
That he wont make any mistake.
At least this time, again.

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