A trivial errand..

15/2/2011, Tuesday

Well awake before the dawn
strikes the gong of his
diurnal struggle for subsistence,
he contemplates the silence,
in those repugnant 'illiterate' thoughts.

Those jaded octogenarian eyes,
retrace the 'salutary' fringes,
hesitating to look into the face
of the murky shadows.

Stealthily he regresses to a time
of his youth,
leaving his flaccid present in the lurch,
comforting himself in those days of yore,
when he was a 'believer',
a believer hardcore !

Squatting by the roadside,
draped in a 'charitable' blanket,
covered in dust and grime,
he'll be selling tobacco in sometime.

With deathly rumblings,
turning his 'boisterous' act
into a pantomime,
he waits for 'life' to begin,
for one last time..


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts. I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...