Sunday, January 18, 2015

Unprepared

Unprepared

Screening the clouds,
in the sky,
bound to fall
as blue horror.

Used series of grief,
nothing happens,
only preparedness,
for the next
waters of shame
bound to flow
inside the veins.

Today, I decide
to walk under the sun,
darkness inside
falls
on the indomitable grasses.

Such is the truth.
There is no relief.
Masks prepared.
Unprepared stage.



There are many things that happen around us we don't understand. Screening or otherwise, something that's bound to fall or flow will, no matter what. From concerns to successes to failures to horrors, they come in masks...else how does one understand something as beauty, right, correct which the other doesn't. We resist what is clear, we resist what is natural... this is the best I could do as explanation; the poem is bound to delve under confusion, even with the Intelligent mind!

18 January 2015

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