Wednesday, May 30, 2007


The room whirls into a vortex
As the colours slowly fade out of focus

The stale air breathes it's dying wish
As light shines down into the vacuum

A song plays along somewhere nearby
While a bird flutters across the window

The moment time forgot to walk
And life ceased to talk

The moment darkness outshone light
As I sat down to wait.

[3:40 PM
20th January,2005]

Words that keep coming back to me?
They just make me wait.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

why such dark poems always? u r so patient to wait, meanwhile u can look around you, there is so much beauty, light, love. brighten the page and us.