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.


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