your dawn, <br />awfully awesome. <br />my night, <br />awesomely awful. <br /> <br />darkness, <br />kindles light in me. <br />crawling in my depth, <br />I reach atop <br /> <br />I lose my soul, <br />in the ambience, <br />the conspiring universe, <br />hides its glamour in my eyes. <br />and my crude being, <br />I flaunt in the ocean’s womb. <br />the starry cloak, of an everlasting remembrance, <br />sucks my memory, <br />and blesses with a spontaneity, <br />that erupts in words. <br /> <br />I lose my all, <br />to gain 'all'. <br />I write my all, <br />to seek a sweet solace <br /> <br />crept in my conscience, <br />a silent thought, <br />origin-less, <br />without a destiny, <br />a moment’s birth, <br />sublime in its essence, <br />lasts in my spilt ink. <br /> <br />why the hell do I call it my own? <br /> <br /> <br />[i know this poem seems futlie and unnecessary/without context, but i really dunno what it is, couldn't even find a title. <br />excuse the abruptness of it, but its all that came, and the way it came..]<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/random-musing-4/
