Thursday, September 03, 2009


I Walked on water
Shards of broken glass rained from the sky
I walked through puddles of blood
Water trickled through my hair like silent tributaries
Draining my body of its soul
Mixing with grime and dirt it ran down the street.
I was one with nature
I was the water on the leaves
On the grass in the wings of the butterfly
I was the condensation in the clouds
I was the spent sweat of labour
I am the footprint of childhood in the wet mud
Baby puddles fill my toes


Nikki said...

Very vivid! :)

Diwakar Sinha said...

It is the bourndaries of our perception that gets dissovled in your composition that makes it so much worth a read.

Raghav said...

thanx nikki...thanx diwakar