"replusive" poems
MUMBAI
The monstrous maddening megalopolis;
Obscure and replusive
yet inviting.
Home to a billion- mirage seekers,
who
withstand,endure &nurse;
their dreams
behind the fringes of misery:
waiting for their turn
lest
chase and collapse
at the door frame of a metaphor !
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
Broken beautiful exquisite love
Shall spill into a replusive attention
Until great destructive exterior fades
Awakes you
These moments
Delight yet torment
Sweet open wounds
Unable to heal
Revolting the things you done
Lost secrets gone from here
I seldom smile
I feel so disrupted from who I am
And what I have become
You cant repair damage that is done
Run and be free
Drink up what use to be my love
Do not give it back to me
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC