Being relieved
by hospitality of the couch
I’m thinking what if I become courageous enough,
To look at the blood stains on the corpses of my lyrics
With their souls- the songs – gone with the wind?
Look!
It was the ancient philosophy,
Whose white flag was waved – not me!
Amidst the battle of axioms!
Then again, it’s my battle on:
Whether I should love two ones at once?
…Or one after another, with a gap in between?
Now that everything settles down
I am proposing my own theory of loneliness
Axioms of heart-brokenness…
…
Chances are I forget her forever
By the same chance that one clumsy thrower,
Would hit two birds by no stone…
Or by the same chance,
That this movie of old cliché
Would impress avant-garde critics
Jan 2010
