Fourteen September Two Thousand Six AD

Dangling on the threshold of the 3 minutes of alarm’s snoozes,
dragging myself out of the live sleep,
and dressing myself with the dead life,
I seldom realize that the transitions are tough.

We transit everyday in our chewing gum lives,
continuosly, unintentionaly and forecefully,
losing flavour street by street along the path,
and reaching the end, being all the same.

I am suprised by the impulsive energy spikes
when u start aiming for the sky
is this a trivial harmonic imbalance
or another fancy movie showing life.

And, by the end of the day,
a bed agin waits for you, warm, inviting
and it quietly utter in your left ear,
another day vanishes, like the rest of them
today’s movie is over,
its time to go back to sleep
its time to go back to your life

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One Response to “Fourteen September Two Thousand Six AD”

  1. trenddash Says:

    sounds a bit like Shakespeare ‘world’s a stage and we all……actors’

    but nice especially I wud mention that usually people would think of the sleep and night as the barrier between the prospects of a man’s delight but you’ve shown an altogether different view!


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