Free Verse
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And the mind was at peace.
When the raindrop shattered
the windowpane to a hundred
glittering pieces of pain.
Sharpnel.
They have a term for all violence.
The glorifying description of
violence as a technological
achievement.
An achievement of the human race.
Which never has to stop back
and look at all the evils
lying on its wake.
Cant be left behind
Cant turn back.
Can't afford to
wait for a second.
A millisecond.
A nanosecond.
They have divided time into
a million painful fragments.
Time doesn't exist,
its a relative term,
so says Lord Einstein.
Time is our relative.
He attends our birth, our death,
our marriage, our life.
And he wears the smiling mask
of a benevolent uncle
distributing seconds for sweets.
But we were talking
about Violence.
With a CAPITAL V.
Violence on life,
on time, truth
and all other abstractions
that man makes up for his
self-gratification.
We need a purpose in life.
A purpose to live on,
to justify our justifications, and to
drag our foot through the dust
between the days,
while it keeps sinking deeper in the quicksand.
When all you have to do
to fell alive
is to
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Gently...
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Touch the world, and take
in its smells and bits and pieces
of existence.
Feels the world turning with you in it.
Breathe.
Live. Be alive.
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Achuth "Achu" Peppy
- 15 years, 3 months, 3 days ago
