Heartbreaks of Grownups

The tears don’t flow,
And the morning arrives on time,
With its urgent summons.
The moments dance,
To the even ticks of the clock.
You smile at work,
You laugh at jokes
You pretend to look learned,
As the slides of the CME flash.
You curse the idiots on the road,
You have tea, and you burn
Calories on the road.
And always within you
Is filling, the deep murky pond,
Where the tears collect undried

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I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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2 comments on “Heartbreaks of Grownups
  1. Madhumati says:

    Beautiful. Deep.

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