Sriram Viswanathan

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Of Consequence

Down with the sunrise
The music, it fades away
Drowning in the busy lights
Am I alone in this fray

Every step, a bit too far
Every thought, a bit too sour

Nearer to the horizon
Than the shadow would say
Too far, too long
Am I about to break

As I watch back
Its all a blur
Due drops on the teary eye
A haze of violent incurrence

Of consequence, only a few to please
The pieces I kept collecting
Towards a higher reality and an unending cease
Only to know that they never fit together