Sunday, September 15, 2013

Drunk Ink Lines

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The countdown has begun and I have a clock
and a calender with circled dates of separation
looming away in all radiance of anxiety.
I stare and wonder how this is going to pan
amidst the stealthy looks and poetry filled
neither one the other is aware of.
If understanding is the key to love,
he's never perceived one.
I blame it all on him and
drown myself in alcohol and ink
hoping to feel better but
truth is all that it spills in righteous luminescence.



  1. Wow. Such a deep, profound poem with intense thoughts. Love this. :)

    1. Thank you Vishnu!Great to connect with you here. :)


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