Mere notions

[gothic]

This is realism. And this is what I have to face everyday and am froced to wonder- Is this the reality that I wanted? Or have I been wrong all along?wrong in thinking otherwise?


Mere notions

'Would you give me five bucks?
I'll pray for you for sure,
my child will pray for you from heart.
He hasn't eaten anything today...'

My eyes ebbed away from the book
lying free and helpless on my lap.
They didn't dare to look into the eyes
from the other side,which would be,I knew,
looking at me with all the winded bleakness of the universe-
endless yet entombed.
eyes which were now oblivious
of all languages but hunger and despair.

and my mind crept to the poems
crammed with beautiful words.
They returned the blank stare;
Then they slowly shrank to a shrewd nothingness,
turned to meres of mere notions.

The voice begged on,
I couldn't dare look at those eyes.

The poems gazed at me mutely
as I gazed back at them.
Meres of mere notions.