The callous me is surely released sans its iron-clad proof of monstrosity with which it has caused undeniable damage.The contamination still vents off my body,the worst part,my vicinity feels it too(no pun intended). No matter how stalwart it appears, i still am a huckster where, nothing but, seer harum-scarum looms the periphery.
Undaunted desire of a philanthropist still persist in me but the feeling is silhouetted with doubts like of a virgin's.The thoughts are now followed by pregnant pauses.The present state of epiphany feels like the result of the fornication between smiles and sorrows. Currently i am in an incognito mode where i,strangely,have acquired a tranquil zen-like trance to understand the past touts of my drift and the desiderata of privilege.
Though the time will heal the ad hoc wounds but still be borne with this burden of proof of life's ethereal subtleties.
May the campo santo in me be filled with these melancholies over time and not leave me anywhere but al fresco.
well done bro....nycly written nd expressed....
ReplyDeleteboy...when's ur next blog coming?
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ReplyDeleteclassic piece of writing i heve ever seen,.....great going....continue with it...
ReplyDeleteIt reads like a cryptex... wait..( a pregnant pause :P ).... I was actually not able to read it at one go! You make me google every alien word... and here i am still decoding the entire piece as one. So I will have more comments to follow, as i understand it better.
ReplyDeleteAnd Huckster sir, up for some sale? :P
This is really cool.
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