somaari

Life.... vague?...absurd?,  or?   call  it, cry out, shout at... by whatever name you know of, hollow, meaningless, like a perched stream. life.... yet  is too elusive to be lived but lives are rare  as  bare as scare! lines scripted  in a perplexed mood. honestly...a riddle, but not a psam with greed... but be as patient as an idiot, take a lethargic look at it please...decode.... the cryptographic script a puzzle or a riddle you may like the the disconnected lyrics like disconnected gruntings of baby in the cradle  or orphaned scattered bricks of the ruined fort, oh.. a precious monument indeed. yes.. it is a trick.. trickles from the endless oblivion sounds a note of notation hapazardly arranged to give a sense satisfaction of hollowness, or nothingness a confused stress or to sound more musical mess may never be  as an aesthetic poem of keats or as devotional as yeats, but not as senseless as herd of beasts should a poem be a mere floc