Sunday, June 01, 2008


Narrow lanes.

Brick-lined curbs.

Scattered rows of human hearth.

And then the never ending road

Stubborn not to end.


Loopy smoke

Jaded clouds

Smiling men in rainbow shrouds

Walking down the treaded path

Stopping by the bend.


Eager eyes.

In teary mess.

Drinking down the loneliness

Peppered with the bitter snack

Of love not making way.


Hatred frowns.

Freeze in time.

Lavenders with lilies rhyme

Joyous dance the young at heart.

Loose the squandered day.


4 comments:

Beauty and the BEast said...

That was wonderful!!

Straight to the point and absolutely breath-taking!!

Nice weave of words...

Madhuri said...

Ok I must admit i didnt really get this :( ... Liked the expression "jaded clouds" though!

Macadamia The Nut said...

I saw one photograph after another!
Beautiful!

Torsa said...

beautiful poem...
especially the last stanza... :-) The phrases used epithets so delicately that each one seems irreplceable. good job!