no one knows what they r running for
just running
blinded by some petty issue
not seeking anything permanent
finding reasons to excuse ourselves from solutions
looking for more complexities
no family
no love
just something which no one has seen
which no one has ever got
killing looting hurting betraying
has human become so fond of blood
i pity myself
for being a company to such souls
i find difficulty to find myself in this filth
suffocated..
caged..
buried..
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did you say that your only freedom from pain is death?
ReplyDeletesad indeed,
there are other freedoms
still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from beng bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom
from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.