Poem : Holes

Chamomile and it’s exquisite taste,

There’s no place to go without it,

Things are getting unclear in mind,

Sucked out the skull,

But, still

Dream on to get over,

Spiral and twisted tongue,

The facts never proven,

Checked the chapped twisted lips,

There’s a hole,

Hidden down,

Reveal all the secrets away,

Collar round the neck,

Never stopped,

But still,

Print the happy faces,

Happiness,

Rush through the veins,

Speaking the reality behind the hidden story,

Somewhere deep in your holes,

You’ll never want to be true,

Remain the same,

Never change even once,

This is the Destiny,

You’ll never be.

K.K

1.30pm

3 June 2012