Thursday, April 4, 2013




Images find alphabets, colours
and sketches in ports of ignorance..
mountains lost its rhythm
on its own giant wings..

In hearth an era burns
its soul to look blank like
a pale paper sheet.

Images walk past
a history book of errors,
scores never settled
in havens
as waves followed no
non violence
Near the horizon
ocean was much deeper
in its earthen pitchers..

Summer blacken
the beauty of honesty
and raindrops wash away
excess blends.
Images move ahead 

of caricatures
of burnt egos
through rain forests
and settle in one
poetic conch shell....

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