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Jan 04

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The Illusory Loom

Why does the obstinate heart fail to understand?

That there is no magic ticket to any promised land

On barren patches of soil, roses never bloom

Fabrics of fascinating dreams become the mere products of an illusory loom

 

Patterns of complex emotions as they abruptly manifest

Alternating between uncontrolled angst and infinite jest

Knowingly clinging on to a fading mirage and still unwilling to let go

Finding myself battered by a vortex of fate’s inevitable show

 

At the point of no return where reigns only sheer despair

I begin to blame the world deeming existence itself to be inevitably unfair

Failing to comprehend that I am the master of my own prejudice and pride

Having no one but myself to scorn, denounce and deride.

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Venkat

maniacal penchant for books, more books, still more books and lot more books - When I am not watching cricket that is! Love my Scotch and scribble for fun!

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