Wednesday, January 10, 2007

India shining(III)

I am back with the India shining...Here it goes.

Sparkling when the spot light,
Falls on those few drops,
Which still are waiting to dry up,
On the dry parched cheeks,
Making themselves comfortable,
Under the hollow of the eyes,
Hiding beneath the dark circles,
Of pain, age and time,
Picking food from the garbage pile,
Hungry eyes wandering,
Through the maze of people,
Gazing deeply into the crevices,
Where the moss grows,
Searching for a trickle of water,
That might wash away the grime and dirt,
Clinging to the throat, body
The heart and soul...
Behind the curtains,
Where the delicate dreams,
Are bought and sold,
The carnal pleasures drawn out,
The innocence weeded out,
To let the earth bear practical fruits,
The dead light in the morning eyes,
The cold blanket of the night skies,
Still shimmer in the spot light,
When it falls on those few drops,
Which trickle out once a while,
Staying,
suffering,
smiling and dying...

5 comments:

Sugarlips said...

Hunger comes in different forms.
Some are hungry for food and some
are hungry for love, peace, a job.. whatever society brings.
I love the way u said...
The cold blanket of skies...
I heard its pretty cold in New Delhi right?

Stay Beautiful...!!

endevourme said...

good one :D!

deepti said...

Sugarlips: yeah u r rt both abt hunger coming in different forms n it being pretty cold in Delhi...
How is the winter there?
Endevourme: Thanx...

adi said...

when this world was made, He had a dream for everyone, now looking at them...living like they do, i wonder, how could He be so brutal, giving life to people to live their whole life as a nightmare...

deepti said...

Adi: Y not?
Its plane sadism n god is a sadist, believe it or not, atleast at times he is...

concentric spirals

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