The dark road travels ahead
into a distant, interminable vapour,
The sky's gentle tears descend on my shoulders
like a pianist's measured notes on an empty wall.
Under a crescent floating in a sea of coal
the streetlights roam free to their heart's content,
drawing heavenly shapes on the wet tarmac,
rorschach blots seeping into an acquiescent canvas.
Memory slithers along in stop motion
as the empty night lures me on
into its evanescent wings.
I wander on like a broken thread of thought
in search of reason
as the fluid wind dances in the soaring rain,
wrapping the world around my screaming soul.
[30th August, 2010 | 5:11 am | Ahmedabad]