WORDS
Now there is only one thing,
that gives me satisfaction:
the jotting of a thought,
unfolding itself,
on this sheet of white space,
crawling from left to right,
weaving patterns.
Words! alone they resemble
contingencies,
they cling toegether
to exist as forms.
Forms that rise
from turbulent depths,
spillover, to shatter
the peace of this spread.
Forms demoniacal
grow gruesome from left to right:
with these to contend
rise forms exquisite,
to still the turbulence
and to peace restore
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
THE DIARY OF MRITYUNJAY-PART TWO- A GLIMPSE
THE DIARY OF MRITYUNJAY-PART TWO A GLIMPSE With 2024 nearing its end, I am hoping that I will be able to complete Part 2 of ‘The Diary of ...
-
THE PHILOSOPHY OF NOTHING It all started last night when I was watching the Tv. I do not pay much attention to the ads, but this one caugh...
-
OF IDLI, SAMBHAR, AND CHUTNEYS “Arrey bhai,”I heard a voice calling out from behind me. I turned around wondering whether it was addressed...
-
TRIBUTE TO A MAN WHO LOVED LIFE - MY COUSIN I do not like writing an obituary for it is a final send-off nor do I desire to write an eu...
No comments:
Post a Comment