It is escape of the weather resilient
human minds, the easiest form
a mystic formation too strange to discern
in paralysed expression
envy their power of cowardice
to attempt escapades through
the coated legends, narratives
and its dual reflective phenomenons
Where in one snow filled mountain
and near the high tide sea shore
moon beams seek for a spark
to ignite the factual truth to chase
the moody shadows hide in
the darkest corners of inner mirror
And the seasoned winter sunset
on the banks of horizon sing no songs,
no songs but only sing the reprimanding
rhythm on the cramped strings of winter clouds
Silence artiiculate there, but speech
originates when silence consigns
to embrace the most unforgivable errors..
21/12/2008
Rema Prasanaa
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