Nowhere to go, never seem to wait
Over the mind, thoughts random vibrate
Running though the soul, with joy they dance
Need no rhythm, they’re in their own trance
Thoughts meaningful, thoughts meaningless, thoughts of here and there
I don’t need them, I don’t call them, they come, I’m unaware
They span the space, every corner they touch
All handicapped, all without a crutch
It’s now more of a routine
Never do they forget to intervene
Dripping in the waters, they stand nude on the shore
You might call it spectacular, but they’re from times of yore
They come on occasions uninvited, all with empty hands
Questions of local quality, answers of superior brands
So fertile the land, but everything devastated
Buried deep in abyss, but no one’s excavated
They arrive blazing, touch and they turn ice
They erode the rocks, no bank seems to suffice
They send me for trials, they prosecute without evidence
In the witness box forever, no dirt to cleanse
Random as they are, random they’ve made me
Paths I tread, but destinations I cannot see
Destinations I cannot see, enclosed within a cyst
Paths I tread, but paths do not exist…
Random as they come, random as they go,
ReplyDeleteIgnited you become and get into a flow.
Illusional and delusional they may seem,
But look at your poetry, It's like fresh, healthy cream!