Thursday, September 4, 2008

rain---5

rain
.
wet
sticky
cobwebs
.
cloudy
heavy
thoughts
.
spiders
dangling
mind
.
butterfly
trapped
.
wind
mute
.
life
death
life
.

11 comments:

WritingsForLife said...

ahh... the cycle we call LIFE i suppose :-)

Preeti said...

amazzzzzzziiiinnngg...

loved the play of words.....

simply loved the pattern that the you have created with the words....

incredibly beautiful, i must say...

Shoonyata said...

Raaji: a rose by any other name :)

preeti: you are too kind :)

ra said...

dude u HAVE a way with what u dont say

Preeti said...

i am amazed with your blog...
dont ever ever stop writing this way...
the patterns are almost like motifs... really good...
you are weaving random words and creating a fabric of sense...
i hope im not raving...
ha ha ha ha..

Shoonyata said...

ra: you understand, thats why we are part of a tribe :)

preeti: no, you are not raving... welcome to the tribe :)

Preeti said...

haa...

you filled in the dots...
now they become all the more alluring...

hmmnnn... :-)

Mirandian said...

Shoon, what Tribe is this you talk of? The Dark Deadly Tribe?!
Cheers! ;-)

Shoonyata said...

M: the tribe that sees in the darkness and the reads the reason behind death....scared? :)

Lucifer said...

ah u build d cobwebs again...capturin d words in em n also d imagination of d reader!!!
gr8 post again dude!!!

Anonymous said...

I noticed a spider silently propelling itself from the ceiling, down down down to the pile of dirty dishes I was about to wash. I don't mind spiders, even when they are inches from my head, because they are nature's architects. So, I stood still and let it pass, on its way to another dark corner ~ 'to weave what? and where?' I wondered. I looked down and quietly started washing the dishes, my heavy thoughts trapped in the waxy web still clinging to the ceiling.

I really really like this post ~ such simple words, but the way you use them and place them, so they can breathe freely and let the reader muse over what is left unsaid. The images, sounds, even smell this post evokes ~ is lovely. I wonder, what or who is your muse?

I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog ~ random clicks with Mirandian at This&That.