Sunday, August 21, 2005

existential intelligence, a brief dream

dark clouds loomed
Immensely hurled up
The crack of thunder
And lightning

I was nothing but
Curled up like a cooked prawn
Placating the album of memories
Coming alive

in soft satin and a silken veil
I stood,
awaiting that hour
People pass me by
A kaleidoscope of words and expressions,
Panic cutting through like a current

Acutely looking for that intrepid heart
The deluge of concerns
As eyes transfixed on me
Tears like pearls
Rolled down
Almost insidiously

Sun rays piercing through the half-opened eyes
Bright autumn leaves fluttered
At the slightest breeze
the steering wheel
I gripped
through the wooded paths
I peeked

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