Sunday 3 August 2008

Distance


The distance grows
Endlessly-
Waking up at different sides
Of the cozy bed,
Courtesy demands a helping more,
Of toast and tea.
Steaming hot, it lay forgotten.
Mask faced we walk
Aimlessly
Amidst all the clutter.
The keys click at odd times,
And the night sets in
With a rhythm alien.

As the cold night grows
We tug at the woolen blanket,
Vehement, the pull.
As realization dawns
We turn onto our backs.
And the distance grows-
Seamless.

2 comments:

  1. One of the best..
    "The keys click at odd times,
    And the night sets in
    With a rhythm alien."
    Space is important,but distance is different..
    As gibran said "Like the pillars"..but distance is always about unawareness and forgetfullness..
    WOW!
    great
    as always...

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  2. One of the bestestest of your work!!!

    Amazing the way you have picked up all those nuances, and delivered them seamlessly!!

    A wonder!!!!

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