The talk is of the weather,
the dilating libido of suppression
Of The persuance of harmony
through all the gutters
that lead us,where we have always wanted to go
There is nothing uncommon about conversations
picked up from between the whiffs of whisky
or set up in air conditioned theatres
to an audience drunk on the ordinary,
The air outside this crumbling state
of a man may smell less of the objects
one loves to loathe,
But his is the lone walk,
under the sky of a frightful night
we as cowardly want to avoid
as to expect
the dilating libido of suppression
Of The persuance of harmony
through all the gutters
that lead us,where we have always wanted to go
There is nothing uncommon about conversations
picked up from between the whiffs of whisky
or set up in air conditioned theatres
to an audience drunk on the ordinary,
The air outside this crumbling state
of a man may smell less of the objects
one loves to loathe,
But his is the lone walk,
under the sky of a frightful night
we as cowardly want to avoid
as to expect
Oh gosh...I was just writing of this cowardice in such a different way. And yet it is the same, our bravery and the cost of it. He said, "If it is risky, then why do it." I said, "Just because there is risk, does not mean it is not something we need to do. It's called bravery."
ReplyDeleteIts amusing and intriguing at the same time that for humans( read me) the dirtier the route, higher is the craving ... i cud so relate to the lines
ReplyDelete"Of The persuance of harmony
through all the gutters
that lead us,where we have always wanted to go"
Annie,
ReplyDeleteexactly...risks are death sung to the deaf....
Neha,
I knew you would..I have known...