DeathA Poem by fattycbreezy52Count things the way it kills you,irrespective of any sort of order or chronology
Mastering the art but not attaining any sort of perfection!
This is quite an oxymoron. Things once perfect have fallen apart. Like the shards of glass flying all around as minuscule sylphs, guarding every inch of the cloth against any possible attack. The jar is full, to the brim, entirely with the knowledge of this mundane world. Only death needs to be contemplated deeply. How is life after death? How is love in that life? Questions erase the remaining memory and propagate a situation of being seized upon at midnight. Deep sleep is the replica of death, they say What if the mouth remains open serving as an outlet for those bloodsucking mosquitoes to come and go. The floor of the tongue and the cavities around would serve as a beautiful picnic spot. Plucking all the leaves from a real tree and adorning my materialistic house with a plant which is just my own creation Where lies the originality? Playing with a 20 bucks knife and experiencing a deep, excruciating cut. A cut which may leave behind a scar for a lifetime. How will this justify those notes which I paid to bring home such a simple slaughtering machine? Fully flawed, yet laughing on their follies and idiosyncrasies. How to mute yourself from expressing their vices? They write welcome on every house mats Yet, no one opens the door of the heart. People smile at each other but there is still a narcissistic smile in front of that stupid mirror. ALAS! This is the only real smile. I do not see any children playing with those crumpled water boats All around we have the real boats, enticing every inch of their attraction . They are yet to know the meaning of someone called the "captain". A juggler still waits for a boodle to exhibit his ready skills. Yet, the crowd is lurking around those housefull theatres , orgasming to buy even the tickets sold in black. Yes, there are so many mirrors Yet, no one shows the exact me.! © 2015 fattycbreezy52Author's Note
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Added on May 24, 2015Last Updated on May 24, 2015 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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