Monday, 31 August 2009

Death Wish




Thoughts detonate
In my whims...
Like a drop of light in grim

I Flutter
With a pair of wings
In the morning sun
And vanish

I sulk
In the fabric of darkness
Into which I dissolve
And vanish

I ponder
over emptiness
beneath those walls
of four dimensions

I plunder
Deep into my roots
The less it seems
I shall ever know….

I trivialize
Our tiny lives,
flame the dreams
behind those fiery screams
swallowing worlds
And spitting out steams

I wander,
In the realms of my past...
In the closet of my present...
In the epitome of my Future...
Seen, done and wasted...
Making a Death Wish.


Preeti Venkateshan