Vacant Throw

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At times I think why do words have to mean
why what I feel must have a chain
why it must charm you as well
if forgotten verses also meant
why never they froze at the meanings well

what if from today I have no content
no implications, no allusions
no participation, no bend
what if now on I feature mundane

without blocks of misery and darkness within
with no tinge of power
and pablum taste
with nothing to do with colors and snow
no citations of hills or climactic blows

I dont wish to woo you hence
and itch to write my own whim of haste
want to flow with no rhythm, no pace
and land abrupt on bumps of grays

from vowels I might start or small words say
and second them with magniloquent verse
with pompous enigma and bombastic sale
and pretend an end with how they spell

my words would fly and swim
at once they will be slave to the freedom thing
to catch each other they would long and hurdle
and labor to mean a little further
ignoring me, the lost pith they on their own would smuggle
and wont need me anymore to bind them in pleasure.

shringi
18 Aug 2007
0210 hrs