Friday, July 20, 2012


Squinted eyes stare in exchange,
Smiles roam faintly across lips,
Hearts beat and rhythms lost,
Then found again.

Familiarity is cozy and strange
Its comfort betrays chips
Of verity that eludes the most,
A soul it can drain.

Contentment can subtly derange,
The boldest mind it can eclipse,
Until a soul is but a ghost;
A psyche slain.

To revive, I simply rearrange,
Unplanned, unintended slips;
The echo of repeated riposte,
All for calm to remain.

©Naan Pocen

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