Sunday, November 6, 2011

MINDSCAPE :)


I like it messed up,

I like it weathered.

It’s the time that wears the cloak,

Not the earth born.

Drenched in my bubble,

As I take a stroll,

It’s the crumbled and the touched that make me who I am,

It’s the time that wears the cloak,

Not the earth born.

It’s when the earthborn forcibly weather the untouched,

I explode to serenity,

To quarrel within the gullible bubble,

And reach the distant mindscape,

Where the weathered, crumbled and the touched are all my folks.

Folks I cherish and celebrate.

I like it messed up,

I like it weathered.

It’s the time that wears the cloak,

Not the earth born.

-Gaurav Ogale

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