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The monk shows me the scar
where he took the bullet
the 70s fiery rebel
is now a Shiva-ite by faith.

I try to see in his eyes
remnant of youth’s spark
believing the fire never dies
from time now buried in the dark.

The March wind blows the dust
banyan trunks make a cool shade
in the lull he relieves a past
no way could he obliterate.

A time was I held a gun
the police was hot on my trail
day night I was on the run
in the pride of being a rebel.


Cast shadows an eerie silence
now evening could no longer wait
I wave to him from a distance
Shiva waits on him to meditate.
 Mar 2015 vamsi sai mohan
Born
Faith
 Mar 2015 vamsi sai mohan
Born
I used to give much
I craved for much
I did my best for much

I just don't get what happened
I keep sliding back in the same hole
a place I despise most


now am less
Turned into fake
my existence full of mess
if only you knew my case
a spitting image of scenerios I once lived, flickering...
project inside my head
thanks to light leaking into my eye sockets
and the acid from inside my stomach
when i experience reflux because of stress
i have recreated a movie within myself to watch

ah, i  drank too much
before realizing i drank too much
and since when did i smoke?
what is the point of having no point?
and is there no point to a point?
because even if there is a point it still has no point, in the end.
He told me he was
lost
but didn't let me
find him
my arms; laced with tremors
my chest; choking on weights
but i don't feel much
i don't feel much at all
You're a theatrical kind of mad.
love but do not obsess
obsession causes imbalances
it blinds you and you find no room for others

obsessing is giving your mind the right to possess you
I sing better when I hurt
                 when I hurt
                              when I hurt
When I think of you
                   you
                          you

I can't love with you on my mind
I can't live with you on my mind
I've lost my mind
All the contents spilled out
I'm scrounging for the pieces that
I can't be myself without

I want you but you're poisonous

Empty and drained
from the effort put forth
From watching  it wash down
like an ocean sand fort

Let's head north
where memories freeze
like my tears from the breeze,
smelling of old pine trees

...please,
leave

Because I surely can't
I don't possess the strength
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