Life untitled – a contemporary attempt at modern poetry


An incessant urge to act reckless

or somewhat productive;

A constant dance between wanting to go all-in

or getting simply lost.

Couch naps after lunch,

Longing for could-have-beens and

random beautiful women;

alternative realities,

minding their own business

as they pace up and down the streets.

Urges to nosedive in smoke

chasing rushes past,

Never to be unearthed again.

A constant juggle of glooms and joys,

As we all march closer to our epitome

Day by day

Floating in monotony

Only to be brought back to life by

Those pure and raw moments of love

And that all-engulfing beauty.


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