Saturday, June 16, 2007

Denying Mars - A Poem

It's lonely here.
Seems like I know everyone,
Seems like everyone knows me too.

It's often quiet inside,
Though I try to be loud,
It's bright inside.
It often gets dark too.

I get tired at night,
Wanting to sleep,
Trying not to stay awake.
I day dream too.

I want to fly away,
But not alone.
I want the night to end,
But not the day too.

This far I've strayed,
This far I've lied too.

The burning desire has seemed to die,
And with it, in my dreams,
I've occasionally died too.
Occasionally cried too.

-Mohit Khanna.

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