Rent-free

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..