The music plays on silently, unheeded, forgotten,
The bare walls reflecting the myriad of emotions.
The pen hovers over the paper, undecided, hesitant.
Words appear reluctantly, afraid to lose control.
They serve only as an impetus to push the seconds by,
Bringing no comfort, they stop, they wait.
Empty thoughts, like the blank cartridges of a gun,
Fire away and pass through with no effect, unnoticed.
The cigarette burns unsmoked, ash to mark the time.
The food grows cold as it slowly digests the stagnant air.
The periodic drip of water, a countdown to the morning,
As the light burns on, timidly defiant to the overpowering night.
Thoughts coagulate, tired from their unchecked flow,
Restlessness in lethargy, slowly gives way as the hour grows late.
As the mind starts to follow the body, slowing to a stop,
Finally accepting the unavoidable, the ultimate truth.
Surrendering as the darkness closes in, leaving a ray of hope for tomorrow.
Alone and bored, I sleep.
-Aviv Nair
20/6/2008
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hey!!nice 1!!but quite deep and dark as always!!have a lot to say but dont really know if i should be thast why i deleted the previous post!!!and this post is for all the 3 poems!!loved punishment!!!but i guess if ur friends or viers get to see one of ur poems which talks abt the actual stroger man in a positive way and not of a weak man hidding behind the mask of strength,would make them flip!!!!as contradiction always creates sensation!!!(just a suggestion)
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