>> Feb 9, 2010
I am sleepless at nights.
Between you and me
and our rhymetic and prosaic verses
Lies a Judas- perspectives.
Yours and mine and theirs.
Replication is for machines. And uniqueness is an illusion in a crowd. Because anyday we all are grouped to be too common or too unique.
Just like this above contradiction,
...Lets not decipher a beautiful thought.
I can take an oath against my limitations
and say, interpreting is an insult sometimes.
You can take a poem for a petal
And sit there, just admire. Can't you?
Because oneday you will mother an orphan emotion.
I shall examine the skeleton and laugh.
Would you like that Poet?
[You are free to avoid this piece as a crazy social experiment going wrong :) ]