In a circle there sat some figures facing each other
The circle felt it was a square - closed, and of a rigid cast
The figures spoke with their mouths and never with the eyes
So many sounds, but none of them echoed.
The decibels grew higher…till words became noise
Meanings turned redundant
Nods and agreement a facade
And slowly then, they started wearing their invisible masks of indifference.
They trampled the anthill that they had erected in some lost past
Thoughts did somersaults
Opinions grew around just like weed....
The ‘I’s and ‘We’s got intertwined
And so did altruism and capitalism.
And some slogans were heard ….
None could tell if they were pleas for love or war cries
Narcissus' reflection blurred….
No benchmarks for perfection were yearned for ....
There was a thud!
Love lost and so did hatred…
The senses were slain
History repeated! History won!
Now, everything was numb.
(Shade of this mood: opinionated)
Saturday, June 14, 2008
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This is an amazing read..!!
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