I little longer than usual for one. Apologies. Work and everything makes the creative bird within you die. Anyways, she’s back. I’m back. More to come. Stay tuned. Follow, if not done already.
Love,
insanets
I am a hundred thousand words
Wrapped inside layers and layers
Of an impatient, undone soul
Waiting to get inside.
Can you tell me where
Years of hard work and mundane
Work pattern leads you?
Or better yet, leads me?
I am in constant fear of
Giving up on almost anything-
So I need to know what I could miss.
Can you tell me what ‘us’ are running towards?
What exactly is as bright as nebula?
Everyone is a suspect of something,
When everyone has tried not to be.
And today, it all ends to hands of inifinity.
Make sure today you wrap yourself
In best of what you’ve got
Because in moments to come
Time will stretch itself into a gigantic cube.
A cube? Yes. A cube of infinite possibilities,
A cube of answers, a cube of reasons.
More like the concept of utopia by Sir Thomas More
Only much more recent, thus more ‘trendy’.
What would you know if everything you knew
Is lost to fragments of truth-
The plain white truth of instinct and consequences.
Is now, the entire literature changed?
You thought of ideas as practical blocks,
I saw them as definite romance.
What are words if not an attempt,
To connect the bridge between us and gone.
Sitting right here in my chair,
In my words of escape from linings of sense,
You have been plotted inside my gigantic cube.
And worry not- I won’t kick you in the butt.