Thursday, January 24, 2013

A plateful of words.

Those exquisitely conceived sentences.
Couldn't they just apparate and stay when they are desired?
Those words, immaculately strung together.
Why flicker with grandeur and then wisp into nothingness?

Those images, flitting in and out of the mind.
Travelling perhaps to other realities where they are yet to be enacted.
Those photographs, embellished with incomplete memories.
Why burst out in radiance and vanish into unseen recesses?
Ablaze yet silent.
Ephemeral like faraway fireworks in the nearby sky.

Those servings, meticulously crafted to perfection.
Steam wafting up into aromas of intoxication.
Those colours, seductively tossed up together. 
Actualised on the meagre tongue, why thou not live up to thy promises?

3 comments:

diatriblog said...

Care to paraphrase for lesser mortals like me?

P.S.: I plead you to get rid of the captcha on the comments.

The Atom said...

Because thats what they do- promise n never make it happen. :P

mythalez said...

@diatriblog, you presume that i understand what has been written :P

and removing the captcha brings in a lot of adverts :P

@the atom, it's in our perception isn't it?