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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Kitsch

A soft hum
"Grey" in hue
If painted
"Grey" in tint
Forever

A brisk flutter
As if I walk in a hurry
To catch the train;
Train to life
On a journey; Neverending

An unconscious smudge;
I can see, the brittle edges
They slash my forefingers
All the time; Every time
I try coming to the verge

An empty time-piece
With no one to turn it
Around; Upside down
And let the time
Traverse again
I transcend; I pretend
I try to be mute; I gaze
As he walks obscurely
In a jiffy
Past me

Who?
The jarring me
The glistening me
The other me
The mere me
The kitschy
Me!

2 comments:

Sharad said...

This is really good....I needed it today..

Subhajit said...

Last stanza is excellent...
Simple but deep..

But why this title?