Friday, December 30, 2011

Give me a name (2006)

That boy sitting in the woods of a pungent dusk,
They called him a loner. He wasnt one though,
Sat there to know whether  they will ever be his.
Thoughts corrode time and thus hours he lost 
Without an end. The day those skinny hollows
Looked at the sky, burning drops belched the clouds
and thunder struck heaving a sigh. Asked he to eternity,
"What is my name?", and she said, "You are baseborn,
too unyielding to be called a name. Your life is basic,
Just a means to an end." Thus, he could never define a
Single breath he heaved; sometimes a poet, a rebel sometimes,
Sometimes as a lover tried to mend,
Those drums of flesh beating inside. If only, if only one beats for 
His human pride. But the day he dreamt and braced her light, 
To create a joyful breathing life, alas he found no name for it;
Coz went she leaving him- a slave of flesh. Thus would end
every life he lives, condemned, nameless, as lonely can be.
I wont say he is pure, but he felt that he was of that am sure.
Love he will never have as he is a bane, too pure for his soul
But stained enough to cause her pain. His breaths wont win this dicy game.
All I want of her? To give me only One fuckin' name!!

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