where do i belong
i seem to ask myself
more often than ever
as i float on the surface
of a yet to be titled world
i attempt to rise
above the familiar and not so familiar
world of your perennial touch
thinly poised on the cycle of birth and death
but only end up as an insubstantial shadow
on the fading life line
at the level crossing
as thousand hands
prepare to undress me
throwing up the ugliness
of the cactus hidden within
between the covers of
this dispassionate musings
that in general parlance
passes off as life
what is there to write poetry on
or paint a colourful picture
on this drab canvass
of cluttering emotions
of laughter and tears
that accommodates everybody's
biography or autobiography?
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-that-peeked-within/
