this mind is such a philanderer.
tears, smiles, non-challance -
coy lasses with almost a
cavalier Parisian charm, lure him -
make him swerve, in sparse moments,
from one to the other
with a remorseless elan.
the mind thus cleaves my
sanity, over and over again.
a handsome and dandy parasite
clutching the daisy bunch
which I try to keep in bloom always.
2 comments:
brilliantly written as always, although I didnt quite grasp the meaning. However the one thing to have caught my attention is this : coy lasses huh? ;-)) Hope you`re doing fine.
well its the mind that goes from tears to smiles to non-challance rapidly... without consideration that there is a human being behind it trying to keep a grasp on its sanity :-))) ... lured as coy lasses do with flapping eyelids ... lol ... thanks mate for the comments ...
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