Musings of an Idiot

Anguish

Continuing on the recent spat of poems I seem to have spewed out - another one:

The path has become lost
for the eyes which grow old.
For a road which was clear
till a moment gone.

A dream does exist deep in
Illusion of the reality.
Motion charted
to maintain its own.

Different garbs fall apart.
Naked and confused
standing in the middle
Of the ageless time.
None fitting the temporal.

The vision goes blurred
Drowned by resonating screams
unheard by the billion.
Common to become
the beautiful.

The torment, the love
the dreams, the real
engulfed in a ball of fire
that nay exists.


The interview I did with TAKE magazine has now been published and is also available to read online HERE. The days have grown longer because of summer but my days at school seem to feel shorter because of the workload.

Adios,
Amit

posted by Amit @ 7:10 PM