The stupor of the wind swept
rain swept
eyes laced with lethargic gold
and silver drops in shining lights
suspended
in verdant window frames
bursting at the seams
with dreams
and a day's worth of cinematic haze:
the dregs of an imagination
put out to graze.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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4 comments:
Very nice... Good one
"dregs of an imagination put out to graze"....thats great stuff !!!
gracias gracias...much obliged that u liked it n more so that u read my blog :)
@mandakini...that line could also be translated into hindi as "buddhi ghaas charne gayi hai" but that only occurred to me just now!
Really nice... :)
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