Friday 4 November 2011


THE QUESTION OF SURVIVAL

life has diverse dimensions, so simple
sometimes convoluted, from the
pavement to art gallery, graph
goes through defeat and
victory, that footpath’s
chalk sketch asked
the question to
destiny, my
face had
elite
impression, an aristocracy but
in the market I couldn’t able
to verify, as a fake coin
returned by often,
but cognizant
never died,
in the
vision that illumined feeble beam,
signified my persona, gloomy,
misty lane asked me about
secret of achievement,
thorns have had the
beauty, this was
the core
meaning, on the horizon, perhaps
the sun hypnotized by clouds,
but twilight couldn’t be
avoided, contract of
night with moon
wasn’t fair,
but I
performed honestly my swear, to
germinate embryonic dream,
your thirst had no frontiers
my commitments were
beyond masculine,
hence, the task
to grasp all
volcanic
vitality, I have evolved willpower,
now you have option to
select me as a device
or an human being,
on that point of
apex,
emotions might be remain quiet, life
doesn’t wish to run off from the
altar of sacrifice, it’s question
of survival, worship or
battlefield , no
matter.