THE DAY WAS NAKED AND CHOPPED

The day was naked and chopped
It’s fragments were thrown in an abyss

Its vestiges were never enough
Yet, the show followed the unchanged script

As if living a leased day in life
Stealing from the text of yesterday’s lucidity

Imbibing the nakedness of desires
Trying to squeeze meanings from its elusiveness

The day’s today was barely enough
Surviving somehow, pushing the characters

It was mutilated and stripped of its soul
Staring through the lashes piercing its many lives

The vestiges were forced to hold the day
As if the day’s tomorrow had also fallen apart

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey –https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/