TWO WORLDS IN A SINGLE LENS
I don’t want to love no more.
Obvious that I am fagged out of the ways of the world.
My pavilioned-arm isn’t accommodating anyone.
Permit me to just face my universe.
I’ve looked beyond and all I see is,
black void with dark zombies.
No hugs, no caresses, no shoulder to lean on,
so why love the world? When I can love my clone.
Stories that filter through my ears
are screams and scarred voices,
with stinging pains and cancerous stains all over it.
Love not this world my soon to be slogan.
Getting a closer sight at this malnourished vicinity, I see
sanctimonious creatures with enormous iniquities,
claiming to know the nitty-gritty of sanctity.
Not that world I must love but my own.
Little wonder the frowns clinging on neighbours’ faces.
It’s not always the hunger and lack
but leftovers from past hate and current fracas.
Not that world I must hold frankly.
This our roughaging world
with morals that are rough and aging.
So unlike my pleasant and scenic universe
with just me and probably you and you.
In my world, love is the ultimate.
To everyone, to anyone and to not just one.
And to render one’s life for friends
the littlest affection seen only in my world.
Vanity of vanities in my world does not sum up to vanity.
The stars cannot even tell the rhapsody,
for it is not a place for the myopic.
In my world the feeling gotten is epic.
In this wonderful world sorely deprived of love, we need to intentionally work more on how to make our immediate world filled with love. Lighten the world you are in constantly and see it spread across.
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