Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Blue-green House

Life unnerved
and pinnacles destroyed
We traverse on the not-often walked path

Anachronists we are
Born in the wrong time
Our mere existence is a crime

In the house of blue green
We have sex and conversations
And this is simply what it seems

Now you are hidden

Eclipsed by situations
that has gone out of hand
In-hand actually
But boy of many self overreacts

Years will pass by
But together we will stay
A testament of friendship and love
In this sad, sad day