Friday, January 14, 2005

38. Kehkashaan ~ Because I like Strife

I choose to live,
endure, observe,
and at times participate
in this ritual killing
of love and hate.

I choose to feel,
persevere, unmoved,
while you play
this poker game
of sticking hearts
into splintered metal.

I choose to swim,
in frigid turbulence,
in emotions untamed
and tears unwept
for unborn love
and the ice-maiden's hate.

I choose to love,
feel, dwell,
because I love this game
of sure losers and game winners.
I persist and prolong
...my existence.

Because I like the strife...

3 comments:

Ajay said...

hey nice poems ..... love ur blog layout...

Zakintosh said...

bohat khoobsoorat

Deepen Thakkar said...

beautiful expressions my freind.

"How shall my heart be unsealed unless it be broken"-K.Gibran.