Friday, 23 March 2018

UNKNOWN

Come looking for me someday
In the ruins of this unknown night
Come with your decorated wreaths & triumphant faces
Having celebrated your self-images
Come and scrounge this unknown night and it's irksome eeriness
Nobody has been here and nobody's left
Only somebody kept waiting for nobody to come.

Come looking for me someday
In the ruins of this unknown night
Come and try to make sense of what's left
There's some noise bleeding out of the shattered glass
There's chunks of stinking honesty all over the floor
There's a feeble utterance hanging loosely on the wall
All meaning lies in a big heap in the corner of the night,
Drenched with reality and stupidity and time.

Come looking for me someday
In the ruins of this unknown night
Come and clean up this mess atleast
You mustn't preserve the unknown
Gather me in a box and label me 'fragile'
And dump me in an abandoned mailbox somewhere
Address me to the next unknown night
To be dispatched in perpetuity.

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