Vagabond I

13 Oct 2005

Benhur
My world where beauty died ...
Alone amidst the crowds.
The seas of faces I ignore
Alone in thought and smile;
mine ... hollow, forced, superficial
and so are theirs, I think ...
Alone yes, even in loneliness; 
Vagabond I ...
Stark colours of cruel streets 
And lonely highways
Of lonely skies
reluctantly relinquishing remnants of blue
Dark, dank, dirty corners 
Of city and mind.
Of city and soul.
Of city and heart.
Smiles like tears in rain,
There but not seen
nor conceived 
nor realized 
... or understood
For who taste tears or rain?
Vagabond I who claims to seek the silence
Who longs for loneliness
Vagabond I who knows the silence
Who cries for its embrace
Yet prefers the thundering city voice
For there, strangely yes ...
For no sense be found.
There lies my only world 
My only substance
My only peace ...
And I, I killed its beauty ...

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