22/07/2012, Sunday
Standing on the terrace
of the rented house, I’ve been allowed,
I stare at the darkness
oozing out of my
peerless neighbourhood houses.
The valedictorians spent
their time building their Rome,
almost there,
just shy of a home.
The wind picks up,
dust begins to blind me,
pushing me towards
the pun intended and truanted origin I began from.
A place that I could call a home,
with no moorings to build a Rome.
Along with her, I wish I went,
to a place
where they don’t charge the rent.
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..
