The black the white the gray of life

The black the white the gray of life

Friday, June 3, 2011

Spools Sanguine

Unwinding,
Some here, little there.
Yellow aspirations,
Green flush,
Mellow mirage of dawn.
On the carpet of faith.
Flowing yet bound.
Subtly sanguine,
Squeezed until last.
Free but not,
Until I'm woven into a single form again.
Back to being human.
Faraway from liberty.
Hopes tied to my ankle.
Back to dependence.
Wretched to human.
"So called" sapience.

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful...someone's traversing back onto the dark paths...and raising mesmerizing puffs of dust that smell of rare creativity.

    Loved this one! :)

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  2. @ maverick
    The journey back is now a more exciting one. There I struck a cord of similarity, there I met my destiny. Thanks again :) tc

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  3. You really think out of the box...fantastic

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  4. @ anym
    Thanks for the compliment

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  5. that's very nice
    words with feeling..
    iam flowing with the poem

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  6. @chirag

    Gr8 to know u fell that way! :) thanku

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