Sep 20, 2009

A season like this



Dim lights of the study lamp dying in the morning
Heavy eyes and REM dreams
Old songs not remembered well
Broken drones of restless naps
Prayers tired prayers
Hands with nothing to clasp but brown lines
Pained smiles breaking with memories
Finished the quotas of teas together
No promises, no apologies
Nothing to fight on
Two acute angles equally opposite
Broken lines running parallel
The trigonometry theorems that you were never meant to master
Empty blue skies with dry winds
The distance between two stars with jaded lights
An autumn like spring never existed!

2 comments:

Madhuri said...

beautiful!

Pearl said...

maddy so loooong :) where have u been?