Thursday, December 01, 2005

Behind the lonely yellow,
the penumbra darkens
Shadows overlap like
A mosaic of memories.

Jumbled thoughts
dance to
the solemn Nocturne
in A minor.

The single candle
stands upright.
The fixed gaze
sees the prismed hues.

4 comments:

Naina said...

Good 2 c u back!

Missed ur poems...they always feel so so good!

Thx

Anonymous said...

repetitive style write something new

Anonymous said...

I like your blog theme/colours.
You should moderate your comments a little bit more though... you've got some spam.

And I only read a few poems because I don't have much time right now... but I did like what I read.

archetype said...

The last paragraph caught me.. Can we really see the prism through the flame? I believe life is a little too complicated a journey to see the colors so vividly.. Sorry for the pessimistic approach.

God Smoked Cannabis, remember?