Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Stray Men



Like a tree vigorously shaken
Like a jewel on a dead women
Like a crumbled movie ticket
Like a map lost in time
Like compass in the wrong hands
Like broken dreams left on a park bench
Like silent promises given and taken
Like a painting unfinished
Like a cigarette undone.

Like a wasp hitting on a window pane
Like a nail on a cross
Like stray bullets finding stray men
Like a blind street mongrel
Like a guitar which lost it 6th string
Like a path which get lost in the woods
Like the endangered wild cat

Like an old rusting car
Like a can of tar
Like a boxer knocked down
Like a dead circus clown
Like loosing grip but holding on
Like watching animals on television
Like a brown floating log
Like an old movie poster
Like a morning dream
Like tears of joy
Like pain


Like an old treasure burred in the depths
Like soul mates destined to die
Like losers who felt important
Like swimmers gasping for air
Like winners who felt robbed
Like flies on garbage
Like Garbage cans on the street
like never ending streets
Like poison which heals
Like medicines which kill
Like chemicals in the brain
Like me
like you
like us
Broken,half baked,dead,silent,lost,buried,stray


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my friend Kiron came up with a better side of stray men

He wrote an epilogue or an add on 4 it... and damn.... i should stop writing ... this guy is unbeliveable


Stray,werent the men..but the slimy world...
smothered, submerged ....swamped with fakers..
Like Ripples in water...like Smoke in air... like an aborted zygote..like the spasms of an early orgasm they fail to travel through the time span imperative to elucidate a meaningful existence.
Stray werent the men...
Those men were the thread...s from the same yarn..
Models...from the same mould..
Sketches made with the same pencil...
Fate wove em up into different vestments..
But,
They have glass roots...invisible..yet..so very existent...
They hold em tight..together....