Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Unbearable Lightness of Being


Often it happens
Standing at the crossroad
I wonder which way to take
When each path has its own virtues and vices
Hidden behind the veil of hushed secrecy


Half-listening to their propaganda, I search a place
which marks;
End of reasons and beginning of rainbows,
Free from;
Dogmas and self-deceptions


Gliding like a aimless cloud in the claimless horizon
keep exchanging parts of me for shades of lightness
I seek a place
Where parallel lines do not hesitate to meet
My own little corner in this maze

All the while, I keep humming the little tune
Of summer tranquillity and vanished dreams
Not thinking much
Feels like to be a Neanderthal among Cro-magnons
Often a realisation of unbearable lightness of being

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