We are most evil
Those who think the most beautiful thoughts
For content with having thought them
we translate them not
Into actual deeds but
Seeking tacit approval of our creed
Capering on paper
We prance on our steeds
Cozy in our coitus of self love
We bleed pain and passion
And
Bliss interrupted snarling
We shout
Its no use you haven't a chance
The heaven you write about
Is too heavy unless you lighten
Go out
lift the little girl dancing on her skateboard of joy.
Its not a big deal to know what's good for the human condition
If like a piece of wood you ignore
The desparation of the salesgirl
At your door
No better heaven than this
Message your self now
That I exist
And you are there
We are flotsam and jetsam together
Bobbing up and down
Like corks in a stream
We who are and will be a dream
For a moment more
Touching and holding hands
And caressing
Ennobling our existence
Just by feeling
Alive.
A few a lot
Much more than you can measure
A continuum in a vacuum
Mere moments sweet nothingness
Such indeed is our treasure.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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