White myst
I walk down that familiar road
Spy the old shack
Continue to walk down the road
Happiness rolled in paper
The familiar click
Followed by a scrape
Sparks…Flame…Ignition
I walk
White line between my feet
I walk
Half dead yet happy
The deep breath before the plunge
The night’s air is damp
Monsoon a month away
Rubber burns some where
Carbon blackens the face of the moon
The next one is smooth
Pollution fades away
I seem not to care about it
It’s gone deep
My lungs go heavy
My mind light
Blow my troubles away
White clouds obscure my face
Illuminated street lamps
I walk
Bright lights zoom by
Red ones say good bye
White line beneath my feet
Blowing my burden away
The road ends another one begins
My nicotine fix ends
I walk
Familiar road
In some past memory
I quit here
A tear falls
A familiar click, scratch
Sparks…Flame…..Ignition
Blown away in the white mist
I see your face
It doesn’t last
I walk
My doom is set
My path chosen
They shall suffer me to pass
Or free me the burden of life
I walk
-By me
The Person i think i am
- still life
- Bombay, maharashtra, India
- The dark road of my thoughts::: As I sit here and wait for the coming of the end I look back and wonder in this short span of a life how I affected people, as what type of person will they remember me? Will I be remembered? Its not easy to accept the truth. All i am left with is a hope in a dream that may never come true.
9 comments:
we should light up some time
Nice poem...
Seem to relate to the style somehow...dunno why though
will talk to you about it...right now...have no words to express the awe
oie post by one name na or is it 2 of u?
Its just that I forgot to add that second bit in the first comment :P
hmmmm alrite we need to talk sweety....
hey u have no right to call my bf sweety!!!!!!!
Girls girls pls thers enough of me to go around
lol
hey who is smookie?
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