Percussion of thoughts…
Foundations ruined!
Foundations formed!
Demise of values…
Morals found!
Morals lost!
Array of rights…
What’s sought?
What’s got?
Accusations flaunted -
Baseless, thoughtless.
Emotions displayed -
Fake, forged, fictitious.
A world,
Where ambiguity reigns
Like Kings in a dream.
Where love comes to those
Who yearn for debris.
Where lust becomes Dharma
And destruction becomes Karma.
Where do I stand?
If I **** I may succeed.
And return to being a baby
Smiling and sleeping to lullabies.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 6:20 AM UTC
Percussion of thoughts…
Foundations ruined!
Foundations formed!
Demise of values…
Morals found!
Morals lost!
Array of rights…
What’s sought?
What’s got?
Accusations flaunted -
Baseless, thoughtless.
Emotions displayed -
Fake, forged, fictitious.
A world,
Where ambiguity reigns
Like Kings in a dream.
Where love comes to those
Who yearn for debris.
Where lust becomes Dharma
And destruction becomes Karma.
Where do I stand?
If I **** I may succeed.
And return to being a baby
Smiling and sleeping to lullabies.
Written on 8th January, 2008.
I frankly don't remember why and how. In fact I, now, don't follow half of what I've written in the poem.
State of mind. Does crazy things to people!
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