Wednesday, May 5, 2010

3'o clock - gusty wisp of
sudden rain
splashing water splattered soul
moist earth - earth worm

slate Grey noon
smears black ink of night
of rain songs and dripping drops
of smeared thoughts
fragrant past

traffic light green
traffic light red
umbrellas black
and spilled diesel
smearing paint in
thousand colors
city in rain
city in rain

when a million angst
in gushing torrents
stream down the
lonely paths
all that remains
A beautiful phantasm
or a melancholic void ..

1 comment:

  1. the concluding verse... awesome! it's like a slow observation of what is going on in and around us.. and then the realisation comes... of what we feel inside of us...

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