Poles Apart

A (not very) long time ago, in a desolate corner of earth, there lived ‘This’ & ‘That’. This was definitely vague and specifically haphazard but That was vaguely definite and haphazardly specific. This believed, That knew. If This did that, That did this. This’ thoughts flew here but That’s, there. In short, This and That were poles apart. And yet, they walked hand in hand, through dust and rain, because even though This loved that and That loved this.. This and That always loved each other.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Vision-I

The wind rush past her ears...
she stands there hugging herself...
the night covers the sky like black velvet...
a single shiver runs down her spinal cord...
somewhere an owl hoots...
a solitary star twinkling faintly...
a single drop of tear falls at her feet...
the wind blows through her hair...
she stands there hugging herself.

1 comment:

neel said...: err.... who is this lonely soul? this or that?; October 18, 2008 at 11:50 PM