#ReadItIntheNoon *Contemplation* Below the lowly lit moon light, I contemplate. Meandering through some hidden truths, I walk down the lane, to reach amidst a ridge of my early gaiety days, Childhood, ah, puerile emotions conflate my soul and my mind, As I lumber on the sheet scribbled with my lifes deeds, I reach by the shore of my teenage days; grass, there, trodden, with my steps in black. Surrounding resonates with my love renditions, my sobbings of shattered heart.Teenage; treasure of blunders, experiences galore. I tread forward on the memory lane, to a nostalgic plain, now, hazy clouds of manly days gathers around me. I hold my soulmate in my arms, her shoulder resting on my chest, but she is somewhere deep in me, Im a married man, sitting on a throne of verve. I rush past this age to witness my present days, old, sagging but contented soul.Hollow but stuffed with life. I, standing in the quagmire of life, sands of death hauling me, yearning for emancipation from this facade of body, I contemplate.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 12:28:07 +0000
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