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March confesses to April


WERE YOU A DREAM?

SLIPPING INTO MY HALF BAKED THOUGHTS

JUST PLAYING WITH MY UNBORN WORDS.

BOUNDING TO OVERLOOK ME

TO FIGHT WHETHER I WAS DREAMING

WITH MY DREAMY EYES OPEN

 

WERE YOU A MYTH?

THAT OFTEN COMES ALIVE

TO GIVE ME A BREAK 

FROM THE TIRESOME HUBBUBS

 OF GRUESOME REALITY.

 

I NEVER SAW YOUR FACE

WITH MY FLUMMOXED EYES

BUT I WAS HEARING YOUR HEART

SYNCOPATING WITH MY SHAMBLED MIND

 

THE NOISE HAD DIED ITS NATURAL DEATH

TO THE NEEDS OF A MAIDEN LIFE

THE LIPS TOLD MORE THAN ITSELF

WHILE THE MIC JAZZED AROUND

 

PRESSURE , IMPRESSION

BECAME JUST MEAGER WORDS

PASSION , INFATUATION

 THE TRUTH WAS ALL ABOUT

 

THE MINUTES SAVORED BITE BY BITE

THE GROWING UNKNOWN CONFUSION

FEARS , RED AND GREEN EYED JEALOUSY

WERE NEVER KNOWN TO BORN AGAIN

 

I KNOW NOT WHO YOU ARE

PERHAPS A GOD - SENT MISHAP

A BROODING MALE WITH A MIND OF CHILD

CHATTING WITH A FLUSTERED BEGGAR

 

FEELINGS ARE GUSHING MADLY

UNCERTAINTY RUNNING DEEP DOWN

CONDITION PLAYING ITS OWN SACRED GAMES

DESTINY SEEKING REVENGE FROM FATE

 

SAY ME KINDLY,

ARE YOU ME,

JUST INDIFFERENT TO ME

HIDDEN FROM THE GORY WORLD

TO BE LEFT UNFURLED?

 

IF NOT THEN WHO YOU ARE

TO BANG WITH MY MESSED UP WORLD

 

ARE YOU MY SECRET ?

TO BE WORRIED ABOUT

NOURISHED AT THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART

 NURTURED AWAY FROM THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

DWELLING DOWN THE UNLOCKED MEMORY LANE

 

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

I CAN'T RHYME WORDS

I CAN'T THINK OTHERS

I CAN'T LOVE MYSELF

I CAN'T LIVE FREELY

 

BACK AT NIGHT

WHILE YOU SIT UPON MY THOUGHTS

LIKE A PRE-PLANNED GAME

I CLOSE MY EYES

TO SERVE THE DARK

TO KNOW WHO I AM 

TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE......

 

MARCH CONFESSES TO APRIL

SAYING

YOU HAVE JUST FOUR MORE YEARS

YOU HAVE JUST FOUR MORE YEARS

TO LIVE IT ALL

TO LEAVE IT ALL..................

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