An egg-yolk moon, unsettling gold
Rides a purple mist-laden sky,
Where listlessly they swirl:
Some ugly memories,
Some forgone dreams,
Some un-kept promises -
Packaged once,
with 'fragile' labels
And wantonly left -
Out -
In tepid monsoon rain.
The pale, stale, cold gold light
Of tonight's full, oft-hiding moon
Sweats out in silvery pearls
Crawling in fuzzy milky trails,
Firefly milestones blinking
Like Gretel’s innocent bread-crumbs
On endless violet darkness.
Fuzzy? Yes, those memories.
Blinking? Yes, the dreams.
Innocence? Yes, ah once!
Darkness?
3 drops of ink on blotting paper -
Pervading.
Nov 13th and 15th, ’08.
Rides a purple mist-laden sky,
Where listlessly they swirl:
Some ugly memories,
Some forgone dreams,
Some un-kept promises -
Packaged once,
with 'fragile' labels
And wantonly left -
Out -
In tepid monsoon rain.
The pale, stale, cold gold light
Of tonight's full, oft-hiding moon
Sweats out in silvery pearls
Crawling in fuzzy milky trails,
Firefly milestones blinking
Like Gretel’s innocent bread-crumbs
On endless violet darkness.
Fuzzy? Yes, those memories.
Blinking? Yes, the dreams.
Innocence? Yes, ah once!
Darkness?
3 drops of ink on blotting paper -
Pervading.
Nov 13th and 15th, ’08.
1 comment:
http://srukhiya.wordpress.com/2008/11/23/fancy-a-butterfly-sitting-on-my-head-now/
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