Final abode!
Idling in my daily chair looking out of the barbed wires
waiting for some thought to occur
demanding for some need to recur
my hands on arms, my feet in legs
my mouth shut, my eyes closed
my stomach growled one more time
my minion refused to do its bidding
horizon darkened crimson turned grey
night arrived a scarecrow betrayed
at this moment that treacherous one
evening walked up and sat in my lap
I felt her soft fur with my hair
I put my cheeks against her heart
and began to beat with its desires
one corner of night was shaking with plight
I asked it to remember it’s only abode
it showed me a path which never was
and then I heard what skies had to say
you may not remember the road to your abode
this one will never forget way to your door!
its a one way traffic dearie.. beautifully expressed… 🙂
yes.. indeed.. darling.
…the concerns about the primordial cyclic occurrence and the innate hollowness of everything has been expressed in an exceptional format…we are being offered another peep into our own self but this time that being about our fears, apprehension and the resultant anxiety…horizon darkened crimson turned grey…
…true each one of us tend to develop that semblance of secured environs for our souls thinking that it should guard us and relieve us from all uncertainty but …as said by you Pritts…very beautifully…it turns out to be nothing more than a scarecrow that which may soothe us at a superficial level but that which also belie the expectations because it can never lift us above those ‘…tree tops, muddy puddle or the solitude on the shores…’
…it keeps swinging into your psyche through the subconsciousness…
…the tenderness of the friendly furry is sure to ruffle up a feather or two but the grey hue is hard to translate into that crimson offering…
…needless to say this is a different kind of experiencing … thnx Dear Pritts 🙂
thanks Prateek for experiencing this different shade of existence.