Incoherent scribblings,
flamboyant expressions,
unite as they will, and confused I stand.
I stalk simplicity,
undeterred by the passe existence,
entangled in the plainness of character,
restive, thinking, and confused I stand.
Fleeting thoughts,
saintly expression,
a moment caught within, embracing enlightenment
and as the next second passes, confused I stand.
1 comment:
Singh is King! Sorry can't help it. Just hooked on to it :-)
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