I opened my eyes when it was too late.
The river passed before my wide-open eyes.
I missed my childhood;
I was a prisoner in my mind.
Neither God was called, nor nature invoked.
Fate took the driving seat of my life,
Only regret will not compensate now!
The grass was greener,
The sky seemed clearer,
And when I look back in the mirror,
What I have is just an illusion of my past.
Life is always from dusk to dawn.
In between, I just stand alone.
The light brings back absolutism
In my mind, with which I stand behind everyone.
When I try to escape all at once,
When I try to produce stronger words,
When I try to dive into the ocean of eternal enjoyment,
I always look back in the mirror…
Why am I here?
Where will I go?
It is not the inscription on my forehead.
I get ready to fly again,
Except when I look in the mirror…
I tag them incidents
With no strict precedents:
A Hater-of-Elephant-Admirer-of-Tusk
A Critic-of-Perfume-User-of-Musk:
An Attacker-of-Night-Walks-Lover-of Dusk
A Consumer of Corn Teaser of Husk
An Enemy of Flour Friend of Rusk …
Also, who nightly tasks handle
But never bothered to near a candle
And A Class of Eaters of Mutton,
For more asking by touching their shirt button.
IMAGINARY INCIDENTS
an ivory tower
forever diverted
in an explanatory text
persists
abandoned
to provoke an intrigue
a caricature swivels
facilitating deception
larger-than-life
impeccable
yet impassive
upight&
beautifully
detailed
a symbol on the brim
of boredom
a liberating temptation
unique&
unrecognized
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I was walking back home through a park tonight
when something happened that gave me fright.
A big dog romped up and placed its teeth round my heel
and then romped away without taking a bite.
Good thing this dog must have just had a good meal.
friendships
gone cold
farewells
forgotten:
tenderness
together..
surfing this
golden tide:
betrothals
remembered..
with
eyes
tight shut
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