Did you know freedom exists in school books?
Did you know madmen are running our prisons?
Amir looked out of his window. On a tree branch, the tallest among all the ones around it, there sat a crow. Black.
We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
The bird sat still, almost looking dead, as if she was bored. Amir looked at her, almost waiting for it to fly away any moment. But the bird wouldn’t budge from its position, it just stayed there, with eyes transfixed on a spot on the ground below, almost looking philosophical.
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
I’m sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV
Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that’s plowed.
He had thought that he won’t move from the window until the bird did. But she didn’t. Maybe, she was dead. Amir finally gave up, and took his eyes away.
Did you know madmen are running our prisons?
Amir looked out of his window. On a tree branch, the tallest among all the ones around it, there sat a crow. Black.
We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
The bird sat still, almost looking dead, as if she was bored. Amir looked at her, almost waiting for it to fly away any moment. But the bird wouldn’t budge from its position, it just stayed there, with eyes transfixed on a spot on the ground below, almost looking philosophical.
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
I’m sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV
Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that’s plowed.
He had thought that he won’t move from the window until the bird did. But she didn’t. Maybe, she was dead. Amir finally gave up, and took his eyes away.
2 comments:
Did you try to be this abstract or did it naturally come out this way?
It's not bad to be so. It's bad only when your readers don't get you.
But then again, it's your take.
You and I, we write what we feel like. Whether it makes sense to the reader is not the issue.
The bird and the poetry together made a lot of sense to me. Like the lady in white made sense to you.
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