Mirage

Life ~ Mirage
~ A wasted illusion right from the start.
~ Hopeless romanticism of a hopeful heart.

Though the former is reality, I choose to live by the latter.

Friday, May 20, 2011

‘Being’ Human

Innocence, joy, beauty divine
Trust, purity, Virtuous shine

Then gradually takes off, the sojourn
See, hear, pick up, learn

Busy roads, their fussy rodeos
Who dies who cares, go on, no slows

Impatience, intolerance, screech, cry
Scheme, plot, on the sly

Trash White, Mint Green
Hollow within, exterior sheen

Unabashed skill, matchless thrills
In ‘hunting’ down the ‘goods’ and ‘wills’

Merciless, it's all cut throat
A rider surrenders? Ridicule, gloat

Sceptics cynics egotists
Cloaked loathers, ain’t no bricks

Rusting bones, strained muscles
Bearing on unending tussles

Alas! This all is but a rat race
They fell from mount, we fall from grace.

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