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prasanna kumari


Relaxed


Lost......
I was ignorant to know the absence
the absence
not of the empire
but myself
lost.........
kept me ransacking
no pearls in memory to sip from the honeyed soundlessness and dreams

suspended between past and future
the present teases me
and a one legged smile sighs on the winter chill

stumbled on conceit
tumbling in the whirlpool
fumbling for words with pen and paper

Life is too incomprehensible
like some poems
unintelligible to the layman like me
unreachable
shrouded in mystery
sometimes charming
like a dance
but the rhythm fled, steps going awry
music not synchronizing
dance
a dance of destruction

now almost uncertain of the real loss
relaxed

Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010

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