Friday, 8 October 2010

A Blur Called My Reflection...

Nobody to someone
Somebody to no one
Waking up for what

Aching with thoughts

Living on the spot
Wishes tied up in knots

Praying by habit

No real day of sabbath
Hopes collected to a froth

A blur called my reflection

Recognizes the self
Lesser and lesser each day.

2 comments: said...

Very true. Now a days every ritual has become habitual.

Hayaah said...

Personally, a lot more was left unsaid, but the fact that you felt something thru the mere words recorded - is humbling.

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