Sunday, March 25, 2007

A time once existed of abundance. When 55 words seemed frugal.
But here I am. Your penniless beggar.
Walk past me now as I mouth empty air.
To remember the songs I'd once known.


A film black and white.
Where is the box of colours?
Messy bed poor house
A nightmare, so subtle

3 comments:

babelfish said...

subtle. and strangely, perhaps scarily beautiful :)

....R.A.J.A.... said...

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Anonymous said...

Hey... forgive my ignorance :-P
But I feel like a baby.

Would you kindly help me understand this piece.

Thanks,
Pratik (pratik.g.shah@gmail.com)