Date: 29.08.2007
Time: 10:10 p.m.
That bird has flown away
Look, can you see the vestiges of its flight?
Those flawed lines that demarcate the air it tainted?
It has moved its vile presence elsewhere
And cast its malevolence upon itself
Worry not, for it does not wish to return
Or cause harm to those it knew
Or did not.
The moon looks beautiful
Look, do you not find its waning shadows lovely?
Those pearly lights it casts on dark lanes, spellbinding?
It shall be gone soon
But revel in its beauty for now
For the day will not come again
Once night descends and encompasses all
Once again.
Those clouds leer at you
Look, can you not feel their gaze?
Those majestic lines which linger hazily?
They want you to stare back
Keep staring till you lose yourself in them
Mesmerised, while the bird flies farther away
And it cannot be followed anymore with your eyes
And ears.
End: 10:20 p.m.
6 comments:
holy mother of cows....
a waterfall of pain, bound by ignorance
so gripping and entwining.
i love it, yes i do.
thou art a mesmerising writer.
-BOWS IN THY HONOR-
yes but what?
do i even need to repeat what ashwin said?
And look what you can do in just ten minutes' time.
And why does the Lark fly with flawed lines?
Whatever it is that has been bothering you, I know the essay I wrote for my English I this time was completely Truthful.
Ten? My my.
I need ten minutes to just get my pen.
You are a genius.
A frigging genius.
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