Wednesday, April 23, 2008

A story.

Lost in the labyrinths,
It moved in and out,
Of myriad maddening mazes,
Wide eyed skeletons staring,
Fusing with the thoughts,
Mingling with fresh earth,
The water from the tides,
Travel to the veins to pulsate,
The stale air swirls,
Sighs and sticks,
To the zombied mortar,
The charcoal churns,
The mortar is coloured,
It stays and moves,
And moves and stays,
And block by block,
Of beings dissolve,
And guide the zombies,
To many other mazes,
Bringing along the other forms,
Dissolving, precipitating,
And when they rest,
Blithe at a point in history,
The new story is conjured,
And the epic continues…


adi said...

what a view of life, interesting, of "wide eyed skeletons" with moving and staying and still moving mortar, what an interesting view of the existentialist epic that life is... i like it... is something wrong with me ;)

Sugarlips said...

Beautiful write-up Dee :)

How are you two love birds doing? Sorry for not keeping in touch lately. Its been crazily bz :)

Hopefully all is well with you guys.

Stay Beautiful...!

I am Sorry!

Koi kissa kahani nahi kehna chahti, Roohein roz bikti hain yahan, Aur humne outraged ho kar khoob dekhein hain tamashe yun hi. Mai...