Sky surrounded with the clouds,
Helplessness of sun continuous always,
Room full of smoke and smell of spices
That’s the periphery of life at times
Jammed in a cabin like space,
Looking at the far flung hills
Lazy movements of people
A normal scene of life everyday
Covered oneself with many layers
Clothes and thoughts, ideas and deeds
Ignore the hunger and taste
Try to beat the moment
Barking of dogs break the silence
Or sometimes a crazy shout around
Trying to widen the horizon
Sometimes with stretching the body
Or at times stretching the thoughts
Rays of sunlight at times
Creates a sense of life
To unfold the truth of life
That was covered by snow somehow
Dharmender
4th June 2007
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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