Thursday, 5 January 2012

Tipped Point

The despair set in
With close, 
And stalled again
With open.

The spirited wafts
Left him high and dry,
Memories tricked
Joy remained shy.

That gray morning when
The gravel was eating him further,
It burst through the sidewalk
Giving his eye a shudder.

The colour unidentifiable,
The hope too unbelievable.
The gold trickled warmed his hands,
Down went the knuckles
And it seeped into his core.

I close it today with a song which is probably the only song i first heard live and liked it instantly. Our college band had played it and the lead singer had carried it off pretty gracefully. "Telescope eyes" by Eisley..

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