Running wildly over cobbled roads
As the cold morning spread against the sky,
The whisper of the leaves I heard
Quietened the murmuring inside my head.
The reluctant sun that illuminated the blue sky
The smog that rubbed its back upon the panes
The traffic whose mobility was hampered
Resumed as I slid along the dusty street.
Lost in time and silence
As shadows of people crept from corners;
Captivated listening to birds twitter
The ambience percolated down to my bones.....
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
FOR THE CITY
Thriving on ignorance
As cobbled roads cry out for liberation
And lamp posts whisper to the streets;
Traffic screams beyond uncharted graves
Drowning and deafening the hushes voices...
As cobbled roads cry out for liberation
And lamp posts whisper to the streets;
Traffic screams beyond uncharted graves
Drowning and deafening the hushes voices...
EMPTINESS
It was a stuffy morning. The air was dry while the skies were a clear, pale blue. Birds twittered in shrill tones as they flew, seeming to convey a deep sense of freedom in life. The rays of the sun partially shone through the dotted trees from where I stood. Not a single dead leaf rustled in the wind. The place was deserted save for a few people who occasionally roamed about. Slowly, as time passed, the rays rubbed themselves on broken window panes. The soft murmurs were now replaced by loud talking and honking. The tranquility that pervaded in the atmosphere was shattered by mass human habitation. It was saddening to see the place transition into fundamental emptiness.
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