loved
By loved, 8 September, 2011
Geremia

we all are brothers lost to one another
souls wandering in parallel lines
intersecting from time to time.
our voices are barely heard
and we are out of tune
singing a cappella likes wolves
baying at the moon
living lives parallel
to all others

loved

Poetically musical
I am prosaically cynical
Though we are not related
Yet all in life is relative

The moon and sun only
Are naturally
Creative

As human race
From the earth is
abhortive

Your Admiration

Is only because your brain is so wired,
Despite your ailment
You are bright
While others not ill,
Are so much without
Depth, love and insight

Coz our brains are integrated
And
Cast at birth
While in the womb
And
The mom knows not
what she is thinking,
Of the loveliest new arrival
or the tomb

And

Her thoughts get transplanted
In our infant,
yet to be born developing mind
Where can then anyone these two
Identical kind of brains ever find.

You remind me of a lost brother
And
So I hope you are one