Not distinct,
blurring out as I accelerate,
forcing me, the wrong way.
In retrospect,
LIFE in the past,
threw light to queries unanswered.
But, I am here now,
gently clearing off 'em,
through illusions and visualisations.
Polishing to the apex of its lusture,
Shaping it to near unity,
with best use of seconds,
though, not the very best.
As I progress,
I am aware,
Tint of maturity in immaturity,
transforming into,
Tint of immaturity in maturity.
Life redefined?
Redefined,
seemingly distinct,
but blurd,
and blurd,
and I resist.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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2 comments:
Nice poem! But, onnum velangala..
- Karthi..
Karthi, where's ur blog?
Hey, ravi, good poem man!
- Madhav
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