Saturday, February 17, 2007

Night is the death we die eachday

the sun sets in your eyes
the moon rises in mine,
awake, not alive, breathing yet asleep
i sleep and each day i die.

slowly, a minute a time
life oozes out,
a drop a time.

the tv on mute is a nightlight
connected to you,
like a virtual fighter
you press my buttons, you are responsible for my rage, for my victories.

a pillow for a lover
i seek refuge in space,
from my past
from my sins.

life ends when the sins of your heart
catch up with the inadequacies of your mind.

2 comments:

Shyma Shetty said...

life ends when the sins of your heart
catch up with the inadequacies of your mind.


Every night, when I'm left to my thoughts, I ponder over what I did wrong and what I did right. Every night my inadequacies catch up with me. It's like a drug which slowly numbs my senses and eventually puts me to sleep. Killing me one night at a time.
Every night I am brutally killed.
And every morning I'm ressurrected.

Raghav said...

Well said.