Friday, December 26, 2008

it was when it all got drowned

the sounds
the footsteps
the rain on the streets
muddy waters

however, how much ever
you try
your feet searches for a pothole
your ear waits for an abuse
your body shrinks
to cross past a raindrop

it was not like me,
i was not like it.

this scared, cautious, angry cat
she looks at me through
my iron window panes


1 comment:

Abhijit Bhave said...

intriguing.. loved it..!!