Thursday, November 26, 2009

फ्राग्मेंट ऑफ़ अ दरें

Fragments of a Dream

Azure waves, white froth dries on sandy shore of
oblivion. Timeless whispering of fate, for no ears
but mine. A black hulled scallop, on nature’s canvas,
skull & cross bone banner. Pale is the sky, a vague
shimmer disappears behind the horizon of awareness
as transient kites flutter, held by weakening hands.
The breeze sighs of nothingness.

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