Apr 29, 2009

a find

before my words dried up,
i grabbed you
like a falling star
while you remained
a static moon
ever so exhuberant,
in your cold lambency.

you brought this mirror
back it's glory
carving your image
in hues of pale yellow
and you call yourself
colourblind
(how did you feel red then?)

today i walk with you
spotting the berry
and the goose
gyrating in a sense
of belonging
as i enunciate
to have found my muse.

3 comments:

Amiya chatterjee said...

You have closed your door to
unwanted visitors like me.!!!!!

Amiya chatterjee said...

I AM HAPPY YOU HAVE GOT BACK YOUR MUSE !
LIVE A LIFE OF ULTIMATE SATSFACTION !

sadist_manoj said...

That was an interesting and satisfying read....

P.S--m smiling :):)