Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Sitting on the grains of sun,
Alluring waves ,
touches the desperate feet.
Tired winds,
take leave of the inland trees,
The last rays of light crawl out of the forest's seat.
Not a single crunch of leaves,
Nor a goodnight call from the birds.
For none exist.
As the last streaks of red mesh with the canopy's blue,
My world and I dissolve
And remain marooned.

1 comment:

Nabarun said...

amazing....original,thought- provoking,and touching...