Monday, May 23, 2011

The Middle is the Toughest Part

- in Milibhagat with Mradul

The dusk falls lightly on the king

and doesn't care for the peasant
perhaps it has always been just that.
only dusk. and nothing that obscures things.

The evening is a mellow time
to kill slowly, savouring the morsels
i want to ask you so much
but i just cant .

My name doesnt mean a thing
and my mind slowly withers away
dreams are strolling on the night beach.
they dont want to be a part of me

The middle is the toughest part
and it doesnt go away easily
why is it that we have to work so hard
for the simplest things

Each creation is meant to break down
deconstructed back to mud and water
perhaps thats why sometimes when we wake up
dying quietly is the only thing that makes sense