The sounds that escape the lips
Get drowned in the midst of panic
Displaced insecurities reflected
In the mirrors of one's computer screen.
The thoughts that burst forth
Through a maze of understanding
In retrospect
Maybe they were too intimidating.
The wisdom that is imparted
With years of experience hedging the bet
Ignored for lack of foresight
Suppressed by pride.
The words thrash through the barrage
Placed to segregate bias from success
Reinforced by authoritarian airs
Creating sparks of fire in the environment.
Retrospection is a bitch.
Foresight, her snooty sister.
Ridicule and Presumption, their cruel dopplegangers
Making annual visits to collect their dues.
The course meandered by the words
Having escaped the lips
Encounter Retrospection, Foresight, Ridicule, and Presumption
They crash and burn with a magnificent hue
Blinding light pushes all other thoughts from the mind.
-- Shivangi Vyasulu
Get drowned in the midst of panic
Displaced insecurities reflected
In the mirrors of one's computer screen.
The thoughts that burst forth
Through a maze of understanding
In retrospect
Maybe they were too intimidating.
The wisdom that is imparted
With years of experience hedging the bet
Ignored for lack of foresight
Suppressed by pride.
The words thrash through the barrage
Placed to segregate bias from success
Reinforced by authoritarian airs
Creating sparks of fire in the environment.
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| Picture Courtesy: Troubled Times 2, Vaishak Seraphim, Leviathan Customz. |
Foresight, her snooty sister.
Ridicule and Presumption, their cruel dopplegangers
Making annual visits to collect their dues.
The course meandered by the words
Having escaped the lips
Encounter Retrospection, Foresight, Ridicule, and Presumption
They crash and burn with a magnificent hue
Blinding light pushes all other thoughts from the mind.
-- Shivangi Vyasulu
