Life is a completely different ball game. You think its a piece of cake and you can manage it...but No - the moment you take your eyes of the ball...WHAM!! It hits you right where it hurts; and it hits hard! You are suddenly shaken out of the comfort zone that you had quietly crawled into, and the peace is shattered like a big piece of glass thrown wildly out of the window.
And you have to start afresh; build the comfort cocoon around you bit by bit and hope that it lasts relatively longer this time 'round. Before the wild storm comes and blows the shelter off your head again, and leaves you stranded on the roads; with the rains lashing your body and the cold wind biting into your skin...
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium
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Nice poem !!!!!!
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