She looked out of the glass one last time her neck craned
Eyes soaked witht he stillness of the desert after the rain
A year had slipped by like sugar crystals from a riveted fist
Only to pixellate quietly in a glass of water wrapped in mist
There wasn''t any twinge of parting with those left behind
Nor any delight in the hope of what lied ahead in her mind
Moments and incidences that brushed past her piquantly
Couldn't lead her any more onto a trip down the memory
She was now in harmony with her plans and peradventures
Playing on the frontfoot, adding more colors to her pictures
6 comments:
Crisp, profound and touchy. WAY TO GO Aditi... This is by far one of the best write ups I have read. Way to Go!
where's all this coming out from? there's some kind of aggression and energy hidden somewhere...
it needs to be regulated and released...else its a supernova...
dont delete please:)
really good...but again too short.
I would appreciate if I see this building up over a period of time.
probably second edition next month post some changes in life...and one ..6 months later....
romba nalla irruku
making me feel nostalgic already.. :).. well written!
hmmm... nice...
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