Truth
Turning pages in fake pretence
gilded words in exhibition
opulance to show and nothing to stick to
As things pass and few ever return
the real self mute and miserable
just like clothes hang uselessly decorating closet
and I think, "I can be humbler then dust"
gilded words in exhibition
opulance to show and nothing to stick to
As things pass and few ever return
the real self mute and miserable
just like clothes hang uselessly decorating closet
and I think, "I can be humbler then dust"
posted by prasad at 4:18 PM
6 Comments:
i dont get it .. care to elaborate?.. email it to me if you dont want it hea :P
i insist
hey, a good link would be:
go to translations and clik on each poem,
http://www.rumionfire.com/
nameste,
happy blogging,came thru blogger friends,
cheers
jhaji.
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meh .. my dear prisoner of time i sort of get the meaning of it.. does it correlate with the .. lyrics of the song by marilyn manson .. "the nobodies" from the album holywood?
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