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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I am Jack's flawed poetry

I am Jack's broken back
Broken from lifting the weight of the world,
From making others troubles mine,
Right from the time my fingers were curled

I am Jack's raised brows,
Raised from the skepticism towards all around me,
Raised from the trust no one could gain,
Right since when I could first see

I am Jack's seething anger,
Seething from the love I never got back,
from the love they never deserved,
Right since humanity they began to lack.

I am Jack's fried brain,
Fried from doing the right things,
From watching out for them while they smoked,
Right since they saw those Pretty Young Things.

I am Jack's misplaced sense of righteousness,
Misplaced due to lack of a frame of reference,
Due to the botched up anesthesia of my brain,
Ever since I sat on this fence.

I am Jack's diabolical mind,
Diabolical since Nineteen Eighty Six,
Since knowing what kind of a place this was,
You want to know  too? Come, let me get you a fix.


6 comments:

Green said...

hmm..
wonder what made you feel this

"From making others troubles mine" why?

You have studied economics.
Study again.

The answers shall come yet.

Sumeet Saurabh said...

I don't see the eco connection!

Green said...

Hmm..
you still feel.

You will see it if and when you don't

Amy said...

gud that poetry can bend laws of economics .. this is one thing that's better left untouched by eco

Mayuri said...

You know you have improved tremendously. dont know where you get ideas from.I loved this one.

Sumeet Saurabh said...

@Green and Amy: Okay! ;)
@Mayuri: :) thanks again!