Thursday, April 25, 2013

Dark Summer



The Sky is streaked with endless summer
A still skeleton of a tree, gnarled, thousand fingered, stark
A green parrot hops between the bones
Probing into the empty ghosts of fruit
Long leaved brown husks still hanging
I am leaving this window soon
For another shell in an industrial park
In this city a thousand cancers are being removed today
And I sit here nursing my death wish
My blessings
Force me to accommodate
My Life
It has come upon me too soon again
This death wish
While I Float without Meaning or Reason or Purpose
Exiled to life

Exiled to life

1 comment:

devdeep gupta said...

breathtakingly beautiful