Sunday, October 18, 2009

The leaves twirl as they fall, falling down in a slow sad dance

Turning its face away from the sky, dying midair, lost, out of reach
And the boughs shiver suturing heaven and earth in a cup of moonlight

And I think of how I am falling, flayed by the winds, and each
Thought bent out of shape and dragged back to the state of unity
Falling, with no prayer for release , till I become one with the night.

3 comments:

Cleopatra said...

night owl penning thoughts on the night...insomniac

Noisy Autist said...

Negative... yet there's always beauty in negativity.

Madhuri said...

Work like this often leaves me speechless, I wish I could explain the mood this evokes, shimmering and devastating