Saturday 22 February 2014 @ 21:49  0 stares
In a perfect world, questions have answers.
I traverse continents of complexities
in search for answers
steadfast ones with on-point accuracy
to swallow my queries,

but they don't exist;
and my search persists.

In a perfect world,
people of  various colours embrace,
exchanging hugs
 instead of ammunition.

In a perfect world,
kisses heal wounds, not stitches.
And friends don't lodge knives
 in one another's backs.

But the world isn't perfect
Not for an ephemeral second
Not even when I close my eyes
And slip into a moment of transient bliss and quiet.