Scattered on the floor
The little kid jumbles the pieces
And runs out the door.
A game for him
But what about the blocks
Innocence of the kid,
Adulthood mocks.
The morning grass is waiting
To wet your feet with dew
To make you feel
As the day, New.
But the bare feet are lost
In the race up to the top
Everyone is dancing to a tune
Till dead they drop.
Pulling and pushing
That's just the way
Drowning in money
Is how they want to stay.
Signs and signatures
Authenticating documents
mercury levels rise
mercury levels rise
but, Alas, no amendments.
The pieces still lie
Will the puzzle ever be solved
Or like life
It'll unjumble on its fall.
Very nice. Reminds me of Wots uh... the deal by Pink Floyd. Very well written. Mayank also loves it. Very very nice :)
ReplyDeleteAh! Very nice. True that.
ReplyDeletebrilliant work...loved it :)
ReplyDeletethis reminds me of those times i sit down looking at the rain and wondering how different could i have been if i had chosen to solve that puzzle rather than leave it on the floor...
but then i end up on a thought which says that im walking towards the solution itself step by step :)
keep writing...((which u will))
i love reading ur blog :)
I have never liked being an Audience..
ReplyDeletebut the only person who is making me love it is You with your work!