Another Mortal Life

For the hopes I couldn’t make dry
For the obsession I couldn’t make die
For the heart, to which, I couldn’t ask a why

For the people I can’t throw out of my head
For the life that is but a compulsion getting bad
For the love for which I can’t paint the town red

For the friends who keep taking me wrong
For the feeling that I nowhere belong
For the poems that look like a protest song

For the words that have got no meanings as such
For the eyes that have featured a bit too much
For the mind that finds itself into the crunch

This blog takes a break.