Sunday, March 21, 2010

words at night late ...

Tick-click, tick-click reinforces the absolute silence. A far away accelerating car can only emphasize the absence of life around. Street-lights reflected by the yet-to-evaporate drizzle are a reminder of the darkness above. The regular cycle of the changing colours, red-amber-green-red, mark not the futility, but the wait for someone, something, with hope that their existence will be acknowledged. The idly lying guitar points to the abandonment , the tall glass facade, to the achievements hollow. The heavy blanket, to the coldness abound, the tapping keyboard, to the thoughts profound.

Tick-click, tick-click, time still passes by...

6 comments:

deep said...

words that need to be felt..
thoughts that need to be acknowledged..
beautiful composition..
...perfect ode to the sounds of a silent night..

CY|\|O$|_|RE said...

nice composition.....nicely expressed.....

Sangfroid said...

Lemon Tree @ Night :)
Nice!!!

thread said...

This stuff is beyond my comprehension. Please provide a plain english translation. Thanks.

kunal said...

Wow.. Nice way to relate everyday mundane things to something profound :)

mythalez said...

@deep, thanku thanku :D

@cynosure. :)

@sangfroid, o' what a comparison :P

@paccha, why dint u ask for a 'C' or Java translation? :P

@kunal, :D