Monday, December 12, 2011

The line breaks

But after all the meaning and names 
somethings still remain unknown
and hit hard as the end of space
and my heart unfolds as the letters softly cry

the wake, thirst and sleep
of crude shadows
swaying against the moon's round voice

flashed by lightning
like an axe through the sky
a privilege, a known

a brief damp rain that
struck leaves unready to fall



Jyoti Mishra said...

First verse was just superb...
so beautifully u described it...

n yeah I agree that somethings remain unknown.

Fantastic read :)

saraht said...


Madhulika said...

The starting lines were really very good :)

Whatever said...

sometimes somethings are more beautiful when they are broken. I say, "I don't want you to be sad" , but it's okay. Even the moon cries these days. I can't remember quite where the lighten ing struck me, numb with the burning right through to my soul. it doesn't have to make sense, as long as you say it, he says, so I do and this is it.

zonedin said...

Hasn't the moon been so outrageously beautiful lately? I wish I had a better camera to really capture it's beauty. I surely would have had a great post for my blog within this past week. I only choose to use my own pictures, that's what slows me down.
But you have the talent to make words into pictures and that's why I love reading yours:~) Merry Christmas to you too!

rivercat said...

thank you all for the comments :)

yes the moon was visiblre all day today too almost it looked like a cloud