Guinea Pig

Handpicked out of numerous specimens, experimented, being synchronised in every octave, molten self being poured into umpteen moulds, each as juvenile as melancholy, surreptitiously scripting the most jocular twists, my life, my relevance, is of a guinea pig, and they my Gods are satanic!!

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Broken


a wry smile,

semi-penetrates,

into the walls,

strikes the mirror,

echoes,

calls.



he stands,

walks to it,

then stares,

it glistens,

smiles,

finally dares.




to laugh,

satirically,

and show,

his reality,

his self,

his woe.





he shivers,

stumbles,

drops,

in fragments,

on ground,

it crops.





reflections,

a million,

fears,

faces,

all around,

in tears.


he sits,

counting 'em,

all day,

starting from zinch,

losing count,

in dismay.


then,

with,

the dawn,

realizes,
the day,

all gone.


lost,

he wipes,

his tears,

when laughs,

sadistic laughters,

he hears.


countless titters,

full of life,

or short of it,

down there,

lay hopelessly,

broken.

3 Comments:

At 1:38 AM, Blogger Aupsy-The cOOlest One!! said...

another of ur larger than life compilations...but there's one fact which always seems to stand out ,u manage to get the best pic fr ur entries ...it says much more than even words can....
And why this suddenly @ the time of end sems...was too depressed studying kya??

 
At 8:00 PM, Blogger @archie@ said...

kinda was mann...seriously....had a terrible fight,js befor the first exam..!!!:D....mayb too mch f studies got on to mee....as fr the pics...u need to search fr it a lott mannn

 
At 10:37 AM, Blogger shreya said...

hi...i usually hate poems...i really do...but liked this one...
and not tht surprising tht it came at the time of exams....i usually get all these kinf of feelings when im supposed to be concentrating on my studies!!

 

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