On forlorn shores I stood staring
Fondly remembering bygone days;
The bewildering gazes,
The triumphant ways
Where have they run to?
I wonder, sometimes… indeed, a lot
The years have rolled on seamlessly
Times you looked at the sky,
Times when every little leaf was a delight for your eyes
Picking up unimportant strands of the strangest stuff from the road,
Simple reasons to walk with a song onward!
Now a stranger lurks beneath the garb
Watchful of every…’His’ and, miss
Looking at life with distaste
He casts a shadow along a path full of waste
Coiled up in his shell
A crab falls and then gets up
His only continuous moves
Are to be ahead of tricky grooves
With claws intact, it skims the floor
A thin crust of bread it craves
Alas, the bread is stolen straight
By a mighty Eagle out to slay
He missed the crab by choice;
Sought something in turquoise
The bread crumb was covered in
The residue of Potassium Permaganit
The Eagle gobbled it in a single gulp
And let out a loud yelp
The potent mix took its turn
He dropped dead from far above
Straight to the crab’s cove
Ah, nature played its game quite well
That shouldn’t surprise, nature’s known, to swell
With mighty leaps and seamless moves
Time travels in synchronous grooves
Karma – she’s a double edged sword
Never will she let anything be forgot
She reaches into realms unknown
The cosmos churns from her ethereal curls.
– Vertigo
Vertigo manages to pretend that he works in advertising, and finds solace in movies and philosophies that challenge/question established forms of authority. He writes whatever comes to his mind: poems, scripts and whatnot
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