The search for...meaning?

It's played with much anguish
This twisted, seething game
Where you search and find and hold in your hands
To lose it all again

The 'it',usually, in poetic minds,
could be love, life, or time;
But in truth, it's just the house key
And nothing too sublime

Comments

Serendipity said…
Aww Mukta :) how cute u are!
small talk said…
ha ha ha. that is so absolutely true!! there is nothing more profound in the world than the mundane!
Anonymous said…
hahahaha .... good one !!
I scribble here said…
haha :) thats very well written
Moonstruck Girl said…
:D

Sounds quite scornful to me :D
Nice!

Cheers,
Me
ColoredChica said…
:) A lovely poem.. precise, simple and profound all at once!

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