just another of the many aimless wanders
amidst the crowd of unknown faces and
dodging the envelopes of familiar whiffs
and untrue attemps of hearing oneself
- the songs of the soul
then the neon glows and the thunder beats
of the starless party nights and
succumbing to the dogmatic conversations
just to sympathize the nerves in spirits
- the clutters of the conscience
the end of a nightmare and slumber's farewell
with choir of the darkness beside the window
flirting with the lazy lonely crack in the pane
and kisses of the sinking mercury in the breeze
- the rejoice of a day's prologue
the envious ecstasy in the chosen mundanes and
the cold crimson's race to the beloved abattoir
prancing hapless to the zest of a loner's love
just another of the many ambitious wonders
- the denials to the self
