Muddled <br />in my mind <br />lie about <br />a perfect day’s ruin <br />Brilliant azure wall, <br />plagiarising the sky, <br />don’t hide blue pall <br /> <br />Outside <br />on the parapet <br />Alone, <br />a one legged pigeon <br />stands woefully <br />staring into my thoughts <br />Doleful eyes bind <br />at the deformity <br /> <br />Pile up feelings <br />of forgotten passion, <br />rediscovered, <br />embrace ennui <br />The tongue tastes fear <br />slime on the teeth <br />The breath sombre stinks <br />putrefying ideals <br /> <br />The pen abruptly jerks, <br />slides sideways <br />Collecting, connecting <br />disjointed words <br />Pauses, with the idea <br />a scrawl illegible <br />as wasted lament <br />descends <br /> <br />Words falter, <br />lead by emotions <br />in a halter <br />Hop on lame feet <br />amongst scraps <br />of scribbled sheets <br />Destitute remains <br />view deformed <br /> <br />Not volant on paper <br />unread, <br />it foretells <br />death of the thought...<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-thought-foretold/
