Crush(ed)...

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The star went out; the crucible- empty with yearning-
Overflows with hope and the light of the burning
Lamp of Desire; the shame of the Indifference
That you, unaware of my Existence,
Subscribe me to; as I grind myself into Oblivion;
But for one Hope, just one- to become your minion-
That refuses to die, even in the wake of the persistent
And crushing wheels of cold cruel Reason.

I see no future,
Is there even a present?
Yet, why my stammers
That seek acknowledgment,
Bear no fruit, yet refuse to dry;
No matter how you ignore or how I try.

At times I am jealous
Of your heart- plain callous-
Untainted by a pointless love,
Free to fly as the birds above...

Comments

  1. Aditya19 April 2009 at 23:26

    pretty deep....

    loved this
    "Subscribe me to; as I grind myself into Oblivion;
    But for one Hope, just one- to become your minion-
    That refuses to die, even in the wake of the persistent
    And crushing wheels of cold cruel Reason."

    :)

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  2. Aditi Gupta6 May 2009 at 02:52

    phew! very deep.. loved "At times I am jealous
    Of your heart- plain callous-
    Untainted by a pointless love,.."
    love you babe..

    ReplyDelete

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