BANGALORE, 20 May 2012- Are we so consumed by a nemesis of our own making that do not allow ourselves to grow into our full potential?
Clouding the magnetic will of a human heart,
Biting the dust that plays upon its trellised strings,
Fuelling the impervious nature around its curves,
A stony framework looks askance at his fate.
The gruesome days of lying like a con,
Swimming in thoughts but immovable in shape,
Gravitational forces have clipped its wings,
And the effects dawn before it’s dusk.
Can one see sunshine by reliving the past?
Carving one’s feelings with an everlasting touch,
Or should one be immersed in temporal style?
Evading stability but living in the moment.
A nemesis is carved, but what sounds of it?
The moment has come and we’re bound by it,
We’ve re-created our destiny and time will tell,
If we’re destroyed by ourselves or can live with it.
The room for an unnatural re-birth beckons,
Is the plateau too straight and over the line?
In black and white, we see the disconnected world,
Alas, destroying ourselves but quenching our thirst.
Vishwas Anand of Bangalore is a published poet and writer. His poems have been published in journals: The Copperfield Review, The River, The Nexuss, Four And Twenty and featured in online websites like One Shot Poetry, Jingle Poetry and Poets United. He is also an Ezine Articles expert author. His articles and poems have appeared on GingerChai and Aquillrelle. He currently writes at his own blog column as well.
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