Saturday, October 20, 2012

A native outlander


Am back..
seeing the same things..
the same things that changed.

I believed, I had a new heart,
a new eyes..
and thought this new me could speak
speak of every logic it could gather.
But today, I realise,
it was all the same after all.

I felt,
Comfort in the beginning,
anger later,
now  lost...

Lost among the tantrums that I threw in,
anger of knowing and not doing
comfort.. a snare in disguise
snaking in slowly..

It doesn’t hurt,
only if I pull it too hard
but I am tugging,
and it tightens.

In the end I am sure I will know
the fool in me
laughing, the snare would recoil,
its wise eyes amused
seeing my lost battle.

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