Sunday, March 27, 2016

a real joke.

I have practically nothing to write your snaps are again practically meaningless rather a nuisance as of now. I am writing a poem but it has no meaning at all.

whilst strolling
sometimes sitting on bench
evenings of mine

lost purpose
retired soul

I have asked
how to pull on

as age catches
I find more
nuances
negotiations
equations

your purpose of
coming here

it has become

a real joke .  

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