Tuesday, July 11, 2006


I wrote these lines over a period of time, when my mood was sufficiently dark. I guess it describes a typical day of mine from when I return home.


loud music, lonely drive
discordant lyrics, reflecting my mind

the broken city crawls by,
bright lights and dark holes

the rowdy drivers wont obey,
flick a switch to make it go away
BMP has forgotten them roads
and the rain god has performed his ode

the prodigal walks in alone
into which was home in times bygone

the magic mirror is switched on,
grotesque dancers keep frolicking on
hey look, those rhinos are turned on
the stuff celebs do to blow their own horn
another homeless child looks forlorn
bring out the coke and pop-corn
while the greedy eyes stare into soft porn
the book welcomes me, like it is lovelorn

the welcoming book is now to be read,
cause I am addicted to ideas so full of dread

swirling fan, circling thought,
confused existence, creeping rot.

what could have been,
in this world so mean,

I wish I could just sleep,
and slip into its silence deep.


Blogger Reena Mathews said...

U wrote it? Very nice!

12:43 PM  
Blogger Reena Mathews said...

U wrote it? Very nice!

12:44 PM  
Blogger tantrik-porter said...

Yes indeed :D And thanks!

4:24 AM  

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