Tumbling
by Srinath Reddy

I swear it’s the pictures, doctored into
the affectations of old times, vintage
sentiments that are adored, lusted,
and cast into that oblivion reserved
for things we will never relish.

 

This is the arcade of broken hearts, of
men, of women, of players with unsung parts,
who in the vicinity of one million lights
are all marooned alone. But sepia comes
only in that many shades and someday
we shall forget Chuck Palahniuk, and live a little.

 

But till then, I will watch the dance of
purple dandelions only in imaginary winds,
and gaze into that golden horizon,
where deep beyond the nuclear sunset,
transience shares borders with
what must surely be forever

 

SRINATH REDDY is a seventeen year old living on the not-so-quaint island of Singapore. He plans to study English and economics in college (part of his quest to find truth in a vast, fast and confusing world).

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