Friday, November 19, 2010

subterfuge

I was still, numb--
and the road passed relatively
with the clouds.
I clung slowly escaping the shadows foregone
to reach unto the palm of darkness.
I merely saw any colour.

You may inculpate me if I say,
the Gulmohar was colourless,

but I am not..

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow!!

Glad to read your verse after a long time!