it's twelve again
bright lights , grey roads, silent cars, chilly wind, white snow, blue skies ...
warm thoughts, dreams in gold, cold rooms
empty halls, bustling cubicles, ticking clocks, black coffee, junk food ...
quiet lakes, sqawking geese
half-full days, half-empty parking lots, grey concrete, black tar, a lonely bridge, lonely trees ,
a solitary lamp-post and its pool of light ...
tired thoughts jaded hearts fresh eyes
midnight again Cinders, time to go
warm thoughts, dreams in gold, cold rooms
empty halls, bustling cubicles, ticking clocks, black coffee, junk food ...
quiet lakes, sqawking geese
half-full days, half-empty parking lots, grey concrete, black tar, a lonely bridge, lonely trees ,
a solitary lamp-post and its pool of light ...
tired thoughts jaded hearts fresh eyes
midnight again Cinders, time to go
posted by yesbob at February 23, 2005
2 Comments:
Signs of paranoia.
cig buds, ruffled sheets, dusty books lined on the shelf, ants in a beeline, moist air, occasional cool breeze, room-mate snoring, wall paint crumbling down with neglect and worn-down chappals.
aaah...the chappals.
Indeed !! the chappals !!!
-k-
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