Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Night: Three

Night-charred
memories
whimper indifferent protest
as I burn them in dry heaps
so I can
glow again
in the heat of the moment
and shine
transluscent gold
through my pores

3 comments:

Shilpa Garg said...

Amazing!!
How do you do this!!
I mean poetry is beyond me!! :)

PEOPLE, PLACES, VOICES, FACES... said...

Ah, but then, Shilpa, many longer forms of writing are beyond me!

We each do what we can and must. The rest, we have to leave to others.

Thanks for the appreciation. I feed on it!

Ranee

Jagjit said...

these lines are wonderful my friend