sun rises ;
roses bloom ;
birds chirp -;
activities found even
in a humanless earth
what makes us civilised -
the utterance of a syllable.
I wake up listening to words
whispering another dawn ;
I reply with those words
reciprocating the care shown.
rush routine starts;
with thumping hearts
hoping for another good day ;
in their own way.
I actuate myself for those words
of appreciation ;
I then amplify the very same words
to attract more attention.
new thoughts ;
unconventional ideas ;
self discovery ;
emerging from anonymity.
I distress myself for words
to describe myself better ;
I dissipate into the same words
trying to distinguish me from my old self.
prose becomes poetry ;
a hum transforms into a song ;
a few scribbles into a sacred hymn ;
a story into a scripture.
I dream of words
to drench myself into the beauty of art ;
I hunt for words
to hold myself tight in this virtual blaze.
Lonely soul;
an unusual slowness in time;
longer days still longer seconds.
I ask for help from a few words
to eradicate ennui.
I use these same words
to enhance an enigma.
thunder strikes ;
clouds burst out ;
cyclones demolish ;
my heart is heavy.
I crave for words
to stop me from crying ;
I search for words
to sedate my saddened soul.
time moves on ;
life goes on -
things would start looking alienated-
and then the countdown would begin.
I wonder if i would get those words
the sweetest of all - before the last tick ;
So, I long for words to last forever.
Forever ........... and forever.
--- Vanipriya. 21.54 - 02-09-2003.
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