Sunday, 16 August 2009

Grain of Sand


On this page
I am
Without strings and words
My tongue racing through
A desert of emptiness
Here there is no wind.

There is no path
Weathered by your feet
Nor a tree
Seasoned by the sun

My friends, there is no time.

It is here I lie
Underneath the stars that burn
And it is here I will be
When my face becomes theirs.

Here they fall
Strangers dressed in silhouettes
This land of mirrors
Without a name.

And it is here that I lie
Like all that I have lost
Consumed.
Unparalleled.

3 comments:

Rebel Pandith said...

I cant tell you how much I like your work.

shades...... said...

Only if there were more like you, it would have been so much easy, only if..

Fareed said...

Howling to read it.