Saturday, December 6, 2008

sing

sing my mocking bird
sing till you die
clenching your eyes shut
just so you cant see
.
the songs lie trapped
in the labyrinth of your mind
its echos basting holes
even before the shrapnel found the skull
.
sing my mocking bird
sing as you lie
all is well and good
the world is the way it should
.

10 comments:

Trinaa said...

morbidly in sync with our times :(

Prats said...

I wish we could be like that bird too..and just shut out all thats happening out there

sift said...

lovely. quite unlike your usual style. great amount of wisdom here. i liked it.

mayz said...

i second trinaa...apt for our times

Shoonyata said...

Trinaa: Thanks...

Prats: not so sure...one wants to retain the sensitivity

sift: thanks....why you not writing these days?

mayz: welcome back, my friend.

sift said...

in literary poverty.:-)

ra said...

"sing as you lie"
shoon, you playin there?
the twist is the anti climax, innit?

i so want out


the world is beyond redemption
the world is beyond recognition

do i die for the being atlas?

Shoonyata said...

ra: mon ami, you have an eye in your heart :)

Pramshanks said...

Good to see a positive strain... sing, even if it is a swansong that you are calling for.

Preeti said...

Beautiful shoon...

but a little unlike you...are you also giving in to the times...???