Buried in dust & grime
Are my poems
Lifeless & inconspicuous!
The poet in me has been brutally murdered
And so are my words; choked to death
Reminiscence of yester years have all turned sour!
There was a time; they were earnestly appreciated by all
But now you hear them shout from roof-tops
Seeking attention!?!?
Yet another futile attempt, I make today
To search for words;
That long betrayed me!
For a messiah; born during my poetic pursuit
Very virgin, very virile
Lucid in every subtle way!
Floating images, static sights
Defining life in vociferous light
I see my today in the dawn of tomorrow
In deep slumbers of the night!
Tranquil moments; perishing thoughts
Livid memories in placid bouts
I see you coming to my rescue
Before I elapse as unfinished verses!
