Hiding in the Late October Shadows

I scribbled..and scratched off my lines...

Pondered on for some honey-dipped words

Singing of golden old days of lethargic sing-song..

But, my vanity got the better of me..

Looked out and the rest was ..oh but

A well-defined blur..and they said..

That my eyes were failing me..

Or triviality had welled..from the shaky,shallow

Awareness of the self..

Huh..if only i could laugh..

But there is more to that than fragmented

Tug-of-wars..than winning in this wicked child's play..

Many aeons far..i had promised to fight this..

But,now hiding in the late october shadows..

I hear the cacophonic truce beating at my doors..

And lo..where's my vanity..my pride..my protector

Nowhere to be seen..while i crouch in dimmed desperation

To be rescued..by time..man...or that god..

To go back...amidst the snowy curtains..

Lover's embrace..or mother's lap.

Far from this wordy world...n sleep

They are all dying..with days

But I donot give up on

My unheroic pursuit..

For my touchstone...

Who needed a heaven,if this world was bliss..?

In the sheets of silence..