Monday, 5 May 2014

RESTLESS RANTS.....


RESTLESS RANTS.....

As the night wraps up the day expended,
My mortal attributes slowly retard
And I retire as a bard
Slender strings of your reminiscence
Dumped as an enmeshed mass,
get loose and ordinately pass.
Seemingly half-dead,I gather the moments,squirm frantically inside
And smile with pain and pride.
Soon my blithe transforms to remorse
Crying, I yell to invisible somebody for reasons
Why I'd been denied of favour and season.
I warn the thwarts and return to my concern,
I urge the words to fall in place
Craving for a Marceau to give me solace.

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