Ergo vestal emotions swanned unarmed.
The tempting indulgence- Laziness.
A Love, everyone chooses to abuse,
A jitter, circumstance wouldn’t excuse।
Peered around he amid passions spent,
Escape from reason his intent,
The tempting indulgence- Laziness.
Cosmic Silence. Muddled Identities?
Individually Multiple? Multiply Alone?
Entirety in hindsight is comic,
Deserved scanned an eye skeptic.
The tempting indulgence- Laziness.
Every me for every you?
Borrowed? Spent?
The comfort came calling late,
Wondered he, was anything ever at stake?
The tempting indulgence- Laziness.
The cling. The swing.
A Life for rent?
P.S. Those who are giving it a second read, I modified it a bit. Just felt like doing so :)
The tempting lazy indulgence.----The tempting indulgence- Laziness.
7 comments:
Cosmic Silence.
Muddled Identities? I
ndividually Multiple?
Multiply Alone?
Great word play there.. and the tempting lazy indulgence that you seem to invite one to wallow in :) However it is not a comfort as it should be is the feeling I am left with!!!
why the italics?
@Usha
The non-comfort? Why?
@Marvin
So that a failing eyesight picks up the rags from the riches? The overemphasis was obvious I thought? The Laziness others bane and our boon!
Every me for every you?
That line could start a love letter!!! Its beautiful.
The tempting lazy indulgence.
i liked de way u played wi this line all thru!! nice write!! :)
loved the word play. wish i could write like this. sigh.
A life for rent???
Took me a couple of reads to understand it and somehow, felt a little heavy-hearted, once done!!!
was anything ever at stake? .. the cling... the swing...
May be, there is nothing at stake except time... the cling and the swing being a part of it...
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