Words. Lots of them. Lying facedown all over the bibleblack uncertainty, clinging to their dreamless reverie! It is pouring in the pythonlike city, sunless and mundane, the cobblestreets grumpy and foreboding, it’s pouring. There in the muffled middle, a solitary tramline is dreaming wicked dreams, and as I stare down to its drooling abstinence, somewhere, near the slanting corners of the neighbouring alley, weeds break into wistful bloom!
As the blue-inked equivalent of a certain autocorrelation fades out like the last echo of a lonely cello, the big bad crowneckish cloud cracks into the hint of a forget-me-not-blue, just for a second.
It’s still raining. The day kind of drags its tail along the dozy city. A breeze from the creased water sighs upon the wet streets. Words, still lying facedown all over the snotgreen afternoon, clinging to their habitual desire!
Listen, time passes.
Listen, times pass.
As the blue-inked equivalent of a certain autocorrelation fades out like the last echo of a lonely cello, the big bad crowneckish cloud cracks into the hint of a forget-me-not-blue, just for a second.
It’s still raining. The day kind of drags its tail along the dozy city. A breeze from the creased water sighs upon the wet streets. Words, still lying facedown all over the snotgreen afternoon, clinging to their habitual desire!
Listen, time passes.
Listen, times pass.
3 comments:
hey.. thanks for visitin my blog :) liked ur style of writin..
keep posting
great work.
What do u do by the way?
I'll echo Rai's words. Great work.
No new posts I see. Ran out of time or inclination?
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