Break Point

Christams eve...

For some reason or another all happy days cums with a twist.

I believe this is more to do with the foundations.. today i have no more poetry...

today when the basics are challenging enough to uproot me from my deep sleep...

a sleep chosen out of my own consciousness...

for more than 2 yrs ... i have been telling myself that i know no better.

i know no better.. so i do what i do...

i live the way i live...

to this time today, where nothing is same anymore...

to this time today, where i realize - living just that way or doing just that is not possible anymore..

to this time today... where i see life myself...

crashing around myself...

go round and round. . and round. . and round .

peace is not to be, till i see.

nothing is coming out of my heart anymore...

my heart is burnt in the flames of all the ciggarette i smoke...

peace is not to be till i see...

round and round...

round and round...

round and round...