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The You In My I
I am not your hero,
with rippling layers
of meristematic;
and impervious.
I am not someone's hope,
I am not some amoeba
and I am not also some mountain.
I am a river,
I am a cloud;
I am the lonely beetle
that jumps a sea
and flies a sky.
I am the eye
that drinks,
and the soul
that feeds the thirst.
I am the beautiful void.
I am the sun
that would die;
burn out,
after bleeding chroma.
I am an idea,
a projection;
I am your shard
of Kryptonite,
I am nothing
you have not known.
I am the parenthesis,
the changeover.
I am the universal set
that has you, in bits.
And I am you and
you are me,
since always.
with rippling layers
of meristematic;
and impervious.
I am not someone's hope,
I am not some amoeba
and I am not also some mountain.
I am a river,
I am a cloud;
I am the lonely beetle
that jumps a sea
and flies a sky.
I am the eye
that drinks,
and the soul
that feeds the thirst.
I am the beautiful void.
I am the sun
that would die;
burn out,
after bleeding chroma.
I am an idea,
a projection;
I am your shard
of Kryptonite,
I am nothing
you have not known.
I am the parenthesis,
the changeover.
I am the universal set
that has you, in bits.
And I am you and
you are me,
since always.
Published 27th Nov 2011
| Edited 6th Jan 2012
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Anonymous
27th Nov 2011 2:45pm
beautiful write. Respect. Not sure bout your last line... Borders on too much for me. But i do love the piece.
27th Nov 2011 5:56pm
29th Nov 2011 1:34pm
of existence,understood by some, wash over others. The specks of existence like dusts floating on sun-rays. Thats how I see this, Pyaara...
29th Nov 2011 7:57pm
:)
You 'nailed' it.
You caught the soul
of the poem and held
it in your hands.
Overjoyed.
S'
You 'nailed' it.
You caught the soul
of the poem and held
it in your hands.
Overjoyed.
S'
