Friday, May 20, 2011

times of a hut

to unbounded space blinked eyes
as kerosene lamp flickered
till the death of its light.

arteries of dirty lanes contained
high pitched howls of sauntering
mongrels, echoing like
a song, to the haunted souls.

in the midst of the howl and
the untamed wind, lives willed to
ground, to dusts of gravity till

sunlight claimed by half-hearted
wishes, pierced through thatch,
into their dreams.


Janice said...

Wonderful imagery.

Vicki Lane said...

Poignant description!

The Unknowngnome said...

Nice! I lived the moment.

Faith Imagined said...

You have a way with words!

earlybird said...

you've really painted a good picture here. I particularly like the second verse.

Desiree said...

This is beautifully written...such vivid imagery! Wow!