Fifty Eight Hundred
A furtive thought
steals a glance
smiles, entices with the eyes
smiles again...
Laughs like a babbling brook.
stream of consciousness
continuous, like a newly born river
unbroken, forceful
Never wandering, unmeandering.
A cry for freedom was answered
Eight legs and many pairs of eyes
Found peace.
At 5800 feet.
4 comments:
sonofa...
too many trips are being done separately I say...
whatever happened to the plan of joining forces, eh?
aha! which place is this I say? And save some pf them trips for my visit too, macha!
hey! What happnd to good ol austalo? Is it my screwed up comp or did he quit blogging?
-fellow tapasian.
@Succubus : Wicked?? This? Bowling with Wabby... Now, that is wicked... :-)
@Sensei : Ah yes... The Grand Unification Theory... Sadly, it is still theory. And will be, till some people (namely me) can get their Gandhi-Loans sanctioned, and till some people are capable of taking leave. :D
@Nikhil : Definitely Karnataka, my friend...
@Tapasian : Beats me...
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