Hop Skotch


26/05/2010 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I’m misguided by the blazing signs,
I’m misguided by the reddening Sun,
I’m misguided by the Underworld’s Aura,
I’m misguided by the revolutionary turn.

I’m lost in the hazy mirage,
I’m lost in my own backyard,
I’m lost in your deathly oasis,
I’m lost in my way with no right path.

I’m away from the unwise,
I’m away from the worldly sad,
I’m away from the badly hurt.
I’m away from what people call bad.

I’m what you might call happy,
I’m who you might say a hello.
I’m the lonely soul in the subway,
I’m not the one who’d ask for more.

I’m the leaf in the jays’ mouth,
I’m the song in the thrushes’ soul.
I’m the dance of the peacock blue,
I’m the melody in the frogs’ hollow roar.

I’m the tear of the saddened widow,
I’m the lust in the lovers eye.
I’m the screech in the deadened night,
I’m the love for which you’ll lie.

I’m all that you hate about me.
I’m all your nightmares in a single scene view.
I’m all that you want me to be,
I’m all of your dreams coming true.

Siddiqui F.

2 thoughts on “Hop Skotch

  1. 🙂 Bloody Brilliant!!!

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