Blackout
A pice of mind
The more things I went through, the more I convinced myself that there is something true in this quote from a book I recently read. The quote is "pain is pleasure". Why is it that when I lead a daily life, everything is average-statistically good, I feel empty and meaningless? Because I prefer up-down-up-down. It's more meaningful and interesting that way.
By Black Belt in Business3 years ago in Poets
Walled Cities
I wondered; wherein were the masons— grazed my fingers upon, those decaying walls, of your city— ghost quiet, decanted of time’s venom. The dust encamps on the roads; Footprints erased off the mud. door perished by termites— wherein someday, you lay imprisoned. I wondered; what happened to the tyrant— embellished upon; the trenches where you hid. I looked around, and found the masons at work— raising stones on the soil. You stood with the tyrant; similing within. How many cities shall you build, how many more walls shall rise?— tell me how long, before the tides of the rampant sea knocks them over again. You shall still cower in your cage, whipped by the tyrant within. Let the horses loose; run free— for once, run free.
By Umesh Yadav 3 years ago in Poets
