Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Nostalgia for the Void

In the mazed chaos
We lost our way

The here and now
Was too heavy
With its trenches
Cages, grills
Walls, paths
And above all
With innocence

But you were a dream
Of ferocious intensity
Amid boring reality

Pure
Like a dew drop
On mountain-top

1 comment:

  1. SUPERB SIR...
    BT HOW CUM IT CAN BE "AMID BORING REALITY......"

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