I write, I erase
a legit affair with backspace,
what harrows this heart-
expanding excavation,
meanderings of a graveled maze
midst of green fields and clear sky
a breeze so gentle brushing my hair aside
just as lips curve in a sweet smile,
a sudden twitch in my right eye
wake up! wake up!
horrendous clouds are magnified
it shines, it blurs and then it rains
what is living without mistakes?
despair in love,
or agony of loss,
regret of choices went wrong;
unable to weigh in words, how to portray?
strayed emotions do haunt, if not conveyed
key down and key up
key down and key up
a stream of letters flow by
amidst the chaotic silence and click-cries
skeptical of the story, how to tell?
stage of scrabble is set to rationalize
will I be then excused- a happening passerby?
ink is smeared, drafts finalized
grains scatter, pages prowl into a pile
sinful summer strips with autumnal prying
treaded to roots, winter shivers of withdrawal arise
in blooming cups of spring, I seek ablution
I am changing like seasons
and, mother nature is my alibi
Truth is the acceptance of its existence. It lies on the demarcation of acknowledgement from ignorance. Ignorance is bliss and acknowledgment of truth is where the awakening begins.
©Written Frames, 2019
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