Monday, January 3, 2011

the hour

in the balcony
watching the sun sink,
sorrow, leaning on my breast
as if sunflowers to the sun, whispered
and i could feel the whisper,
even amidst the honking traffic…

i stared at the hour
coming closer and closer
which i can never sail past

calm rose precariously
to great heights, like waves
splashing my soul often, foretelling
the impending gloom – ineluctable

silently i trained myself
to laugh at the void
the still wall that stops everything
was always laughing at me

more silence, more agonies
i could not find the line
that separated laughter and silence
the more i tried, the more it receded
like waves, from Prometheus bound on the rock.

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