Saturday, April 6, 2013


Images invade not any nation
but build a fence of strong words
to block ruthlessness..
Images hunt not like the moles
of the farthest saloon girls
of cross stream..
Images like one ocean
fear not of the invasions
of a silent sound beam hill..

Near the collapsed bell tower
of time,
near the ransacked borders
of life,
near the forgotten alphabets
of honesty,
near the painted faces
of fake faith,
near the stolen thread bags
of nickel coins,
near the show field of
silent arrogance;
in rain drops
of burnt summer
images find a way
to speak to the invaders..

Give and Take...
sounds so sweet...

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