a line across
and it was horizon
and it was horizon
a circle and dots
made sun and birds
few shades of gray
and there were clouds
.
and life
was breathed in
.
the sun set
birds flew home
clouds rained out
.
life
hangs upside down
suspended
in the void
trapped
in the closed
sketch book
.
death
roams free
meanwhile
.
inspiring
new
creations....
.
death
roams free
meanwhile
.
inspiring
new
creations....
6 comments:
death roams free meanwhile...
ahhh now theres something that i can embrace with full authority. to fully understand death we must live. and live fully.
shoon, i got one for you....
"...should release come after a time so long?
what then does freedom really mean?
the doors are wide open and i cannot face
i blink, the doors don't exist, only the walls
i feel the fight go out of me
as i put it to the side of my head
looking for any chance of certainty
i see none"
...when you blink, yr eyes flip inside...so you see only the inside of yr head...all doors disappear...in there there are only walls...:)))
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nice ... I like the perspective..its the same strain in most of your writing, but the abstractness of the comprehension give it a glow...
life
hangs upside down
suspended
in the void
trapped
in the closed
sketch book
Beautiful Choice of words!! :)
@ Chrisann: I like that you like :)
@CD: thanks for dropping by and the feedback...that is valuable...i realise that the strain is same...maybe need to build some range into my writting.
@Raaji: Shukriya..:)
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