Saturday, February 25, 2012
I dreamt of a walk in the forest one night.
Two feet of cold skin walked on dismal grey moonlit shadows.
And hence i travelled the constancy of time, believing the truth in the dark.
I lost my way, in thoughts and sights,
Till my eyes lay on the 'now'..
Dawn of February summer.
Curiosities of the Heart
This is all like the tropical Wind,
there was never a beginning nor an end,
but now, at this intense depth,
I feel the cold in my swelling heart,
I wish my breathing touched some base,
a base assertive of my being alive.
To know of such existence,
to plead my guilt in the wake of innocence
that this world I live in..bound me into.
photography by Lines and Shades - taken on 13 Jan 2012