Thursday, April 30, 2009

Noise

Susurration of thoughts

Whispers indistinctly

In vague I stare at eternity.

Each fusillade

Unto time stream

Feeding the wilderness in my heart

Building strong roots.


The commodious space

No more there within the mind,

For me to roam and play.


Sesquipedalian cheers

I receive from all corners

I remain void.


I sit wondering

Whether to absquatulate

Without or within

When

Suddenly

A crepuscular ray

Grinned at me,


Sign of hope.


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3 comments:

  1. What's this Cyclop,
    all sorts of noisy words....i'll take my dictionary and start again!

    or does it really need that?
    I get what you were trying to say, I guess :)

    more than that none of these words will stay with me! :))

    and the ending is just as I wanted, :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. Wait for me to get my dictionary dusted off! Your work is challenging and engaging.

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  3. me like..er...wat did it mean again?

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