Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Fluttering of a third eye...

Memories of a place called home,
Tarnished by a perplexing new address-
Love and warmth from this magical space
Has found its final resting place.

Tentative beginnings,
Virgin footsteps in the snow
Short-lived, erased by rain
New memories strewn like forgotten gold.

And in this whirlpool
One final decision-
To drop anchor
To watch it sink to a sandy floor.

As a dust cloud settles,
The dancing has left my feet.
I curl up to sleep,
My heart flutters unforced.

One eye fixed-
On an open suitcase.

5 comments:

Anjana Talapatra said...

:) You do have a gift, you know

mosilager said...

Lovely... had to read for some time to understand it. The beginning and end are fantastic.

archi-val said...

like the part "dancing has left the feet " . nice...

shilpa said...

@Anjana...thanks so much! You are a wonderfully loyal fan!
@Mosi....awwww....thanks for reading and critique-ing all my writing!
@Arch-val..thank you!!!

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