When sadness is not a lead that sinks,
And happiness not a feather that floats,
Make do with commonplace merits,
that lay sprawled nowhere/everywhere.
Rain that splutters on tin-roof,
A cartwheeling housefly,
Image of stray dog squashed by yellow car,
Memory of husband succumbing to wife,
A scandalous suicide by drowning.
Then generalise these eventualities,
With something along lines of,
Death permeating everything,
Everything eroding away.
A book by the edge of table is falling,
Love is decomposing into union or severance,
Life is replicating and then vanishing,
Atoms are colliding into wavelets,
Thoughts are becoming words,
And words are being forgotten,
People are arriving to be fictions.
No happiness, No sadness,
But a neutrality,
That trails through eternity..
theinvertedpoetry 