Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Broken dreams

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Cigarette buds
empty bottles of booze
and broken dreams lie strewn
Here, there, everywhere
Like the fallen wintry leaves
Discarded, forgotten forever

Why hit the bottle?
Why puff away the life?
Why tune some unsung songs?
I don’t know, I own no riposte
I was customized to life’s proclivities
even before realization dawned on me

Lending ears to the fading songs of a wind chime
I chased the rainbows in a mirage
Never realizing that peace was a fugitive indeed
I fell in love with a silhouette on the horizon
I nurtured these fragile oblivious dreams
only to let it slither, only to let it fall apart

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