Saturday, 12 May 2012

Ennui tamed

I staggered much
thought  less and  was confused  more
this room is full
old almirahs of freshly painted smell
too many chairs
to want to sit, artifacts, curios and rich
I slipped to the balcony
crawled over, all eyes to the greenery
spacious and fresh
butterflies then eagles, thoughts throbbed
and winged high
body returned , this room is full to its pleasure.

1 comment:

  1. You are a gifted writer, Sreeja. I will be reading more of your posts. You write much the way that I do most times. A prose that flows like music is what you have achieved.