There Is Life Here

Photo Credit — Me! Girl in London Pub

There is life here,

Hidden in the crumpled vestments

And trappings of youth

Not the dull glazed eyes

The reflections of reflections

Shells, not yet dessicated husks

Bevelled edges of pixilated promiscuity.

Because there is life there

Away from the gadgetry and wizardry

The world is not so binary

There is chaos in the beauty

And outside the tinned treble of too much information,

There is the simple chirp of the chick in her nest

The violence of passion

The rawness of hate

And the fickle promise of forgiveness


There is life here.

It just awaits our undivided attention.

Aarish Shah — Find my most popular poems here and here

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