Saturday, 15 January 2011
No man's land
be it a block , panic or just a hint of doubt ,
that chain of thought ,
choses a sad place to stop.
A black hole , like an unforgettable dream ,
like darkness enjoying absence of its antonym ,
how have they all lived in this tree ,
when those branches form a bridge to this no man's creep ?
Filled with gloom , that land is ,
sad it makes even in sunny days ,
like a place in some unideal world ,
where even the land is embarrassed to crave for a a grave .
So , there went a man in such a land ,
tightly bound by the order of his kind ,
with transport not any issue from here to there ,
but the return to this world is yet to be heard of .
Enters he , carrying that world's burden ,
embarrassing , unknowingly , the Atlas of our world ,
desperately attempts to exit that land ,
but owing to the strange irony , he wishes to stay in that trance ,
That burden he bears ,
not expecting anyone to share .
That burden brings shame ,
he expects that lady to take the blame ,
this land like a gravity to the thought ,
of the lady and the atrocities she brought ,
no land unknown to such fraught ,
like some Dorothy's mouth full of froth .
All the life's vocabulary he used ,
but still could not describe that unholy land ,
like a sin he committed to even think of it ,
but still mesmerized by that unworldly world .
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