Sunday, November 13, 2011

Confessions-



I imagine
your eyes
and desire
a daily dose
of caramel cookies
Sometimes
I drink myself silly
and
then I argue
about the utility of life
I travel around
meeting strangers
but not talking
to them
I observe
unknown
I look at
the horizon
and sunsets
and know
that they by no chance
shall change
their course
for my
pain
I listen
to "Hey Bulldog"
and it
makes no sense
I write
keeping the world
at bay
poetries,
about
the subtleties
of existence
poems
basically meaningless
Your name is
metonymy, pars pro toto
synecdoche
for my survival
and guilt
and wounds
And
I
delude myself
into believeing
that your eyes
after all
are never as beautiful
never were
never shall be
as in my dreams

-Sayantan

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