Sunday, September 18, 2011

october

I remember the night-
Crackers sounding all over
The dark sky lit up
Blue, red, green, orange;
Celebration all around.
Alone in a cab,
A new city to  negotiate
A fresh start.

Now I wonder
Was it a welcome?
Or a foretelling of years
Full of noise and pain,
With occasional bright spots?
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3 comments:

  1. mumblingsSeptember 19, 2011 at 5:27 PM

    I like the second verse:) The last three lines seem like a definition of life itself.... Although life would be rather gloomy if there were only occasional bright spots......:)

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  2. ksiarSeptember 19, 2011 at 8:02 PM

    I like your perspective, thanks... I agree, if only occasional bright spots are there, life would indeed be very difficult to handle. I'll try and add another verse to it...

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  3. sonalmSeptember 19, 2011 at 8:25 PM

    Hey....it's lights and colours....noise n pain has become the bane of it...but that is not the esssence....and I know that you know

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