Wednesday, January 14, 2009


It's the need to be truly rhetoric.

To fall and rise

and let fate despise.

To be inebriated

and constantly sedated

self-obsessed traumas completely unrelated

yet simple verse finds a meter unprepared

words Id rather keep in than share

for with each sigh, a wound lies to the wind bare.

Keeping the glow, the hue all in

they say it will ride me through the sin.


Christopher said...

I like it!

Amish said...

Oye hoi...Kya Baat hai...

Zedekiah said...

Thanks Chris. keep visiting.
Amish . . . this is inspiration.

Harprabhjot Paul Singh said...

Reading Orange reminds me of

Hope you see the relevance.