The inevitability of events.
The mutability of priorities.
The forecasted consequences.
When you set to salvage
matters non existing,
matters you yourself had dispensed with.
No hope, no fear.
A hope? ah deferred now.
Drowning thy pronounced absence
or ubiquitous presence-
in the dim mechanicality
of everyday actions.
And failing. Betraying.
Was life any easier?
Solutions any cheaper?
No. And yet...
An added ardour
lent by thee,
thy mere existence.
Life goes on neverthelessly
with or without anodyne
long, unending, drifting....
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Wordsworth: "emotions recollected in tranquility"
In real: fake mimesis and exaggeration
In defence: no expectation(genuinely)
An afterthought: extending my allegiance to Wordsworth
3 comments:
Yeah.. life still moves on with or without anodyne.. Its cruel.. but i dont think.. it hurts any more.. its all immune now.
The words used.. were so dazzling and astonishing that i really felt ashamed of my inability to grasp the beauty of the shades of life enlightened by u.. hence the comment above.
thanks amit, aau tu ete hi-fi words use lekhena.
ha ha.. n the words were not Hi FI.. they were poetic..
hey u can always check my blog.. :)
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