Wednesday, June 28, 2006


Whenever I write poetry especially, I take in my surroundings, absorb my "lifetime research" and then write poetry/prose suitably inspired. This time around, it is no different.

Life is standing still
Not a leaf is quivering
A beaming girl on a rubber swing
Provides the only interplay of shadows

A pyromaniac on the side
With dangling silver jangling
Entranced by the pretty lights
Is busy beautifying the world

And as the lazy smoke rises ever so slowly
Clouding our world and clearing our minds
The contagious smile infects us all
Ridding the world of the disease of importance

1 comment:

Bacterium said...

Beautiful imagery :)