Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A Tale of Two Sisters

Life

Down in a blue café with grey walls
I dream
I pray
As time waits behind the clock like a bird of prey:
Waiting for me to fall asleep



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Death

I’ve forgotten where the doors are
And I’ve forgotten what insects do when they go near the flame

Okay, so I’m a tortoise turned upside down,
But what are you? Huh?

5 comments:

Siddhartha said...

Nice, quaint words...

little boxes said...

your words have a quaint quality to themselves.
they dont answer,they dont question.but just presents these sets of images that hit us in some weird quaint place in the head.
lovely blog.

little boxes said...

*present

d said...

interesting way of phrasing the topic life & death! :)

goutamjay said...

"blue café with grey walls": Confused with it. Kindly throw some light on it.