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Colored Lens
Crumpled pieces of paper
Torn bits of life
Turn stranger to those eyes
Riddled by scissorhands of fate
Blind conscience accepts defeat
At the hands of expectations
Disheveled and distraught.....
No more of that word
To kiss the air in these lips
Destinations tried to change
But the captivity of these
prison ships
Who could ever escape?
Who cares if it is
Mushroom or cocaine
Once the snort finds its way
In the rhythm of these veins
This life, I hope,will change its view
When I peer through them
Colored lens.
Torn bits of life
Turn stranger to those eyes
Riddled by scissorhands of fate
Blind conscience accepts defeat
At the hands of expectations
Disheveled and distraught.....
No more of that word
To kiss the air in these lips
Destinations tried to change
But the captivity of these
prison ships
Who could ever escape?
Who cares if it is
Mushroom or cocaine
Once the snort finds its way
In the rhythm of these veins
This life, I hope,will change its view
When I peer through them
Colored lens.
Published 9th Apr 2011
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9th Apr 2011 3:12pm
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9th Apr 2011 3:25pm
some words are better left unspoken so that the reader can weave them in his mind, just like you did. That's why there was no full-stop after "ships" :)
Actually its a continuation to the next para
"Destinations tried to change /But the captivity of these/prison ships
Who could ever escape?"
Thanks for the read and encouragement :)
Actually its a continuation to the next para
"Destinations tried to change /But the captivity of these/prison ships
Who could ever escape?"
Thanks for the read and encouragement :)
10th Apr 2011 10:26am
truly mind blowing ( pardon the pun)
a really great take on the world of addiction.
Who could ever escape?
Who cares if it is
Mushroom or cocaine
Once the snort finds its way
In the rhythm of these veins
This life, I hope,will change its view
When I peer through them
Colored lens.
hits like a brick.
well written
a really great take on the world of addiction.
Who could ever escape?
Who cares if it is
Mushroom or cocaine
Once the snort finds its way
In the rhythm of these veins
This life, I hope,will change its view
When I peer through them
Colored lens.
hits like a brick.
well written
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