When the sun sets
Over flags
And anthems
And rhythms
And seasons
And spices
And lines.
Are you back at home?
You are still the same
In the rain
An umbrella was offered
And it was pouring
And well intentioned.
But refused
nevertheless.
YOU ARE
In the train
Empty seats were proferred
Yet you remained
Standing.
Out of habit.
NO DIFFERENT
When the smoke clears -
The same desires,
Fears,
And dreams,
Endlessly
Haunt you.
And when the sun rises
Over colours
Over sand
And wind
And new places
Strange faces.
Familiarity
Dulls the pain.
posted by cue. @ 12:35 PM
2 Comments:
simple words yet create magic when strung together. superb!
Familiarity dulls pain ??
Doesnt it magnify?
Doesnt familiarity reminds you of the past and all the (painful)things tht go with it?
Anyways...Good Poem!
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