Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Lately

something is amiss,
instead of this happyday dreaming
all I muster is a cluster 
of this worried and this confused -
it's not even the matter 
of the former love struck becoming
the latter broken heart, that would've 
been easy, a little bit of this crying 
takes care of that, but nowadays, 
it's trickier, life's no longer a lark, 
this sad seems to have replaced 
- quite stark! - this laughing, and
every time I have the faintest doubt
of hope, life sticks its tongue out.


(thanks to Akshara Ravishankar)

1 comment:

ankita said...

Utterly butterly.