Monday, April 14, 2008

De ja vous

Creeping through the curtains of trust,
my soul and its memory collide -

For upon my hollow heart of tin,
she weeps a sonnet in shallow breaths
and smiles as the teardrops scatter .

A pale light explodes underneath her skin,
gaunt and haunting she fades into dust
and I am left sifting through the ashes
of fine remembrance once again -


Sayani said...

its really amazing that how well u can say so many things in these limited words ...really appreciable ...memory never dies keeps growing !!!

Anonymous said...

your never-fading belief in chasing the eternal rainbow inspires me, J.