Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Simmering
On the frying pan of destiny
Marinated in the spice of discontent
A peep in the past
At all the moments wasted
And all that could have been
Breaks the peace on the surface
As the bottled rage
Still molten within
Breaks out
In an explosion
Every now and then
The light of reason
Fails to heal the despairing depths

3 comments:

Balachandran V said...

And then?
silent, I strain my ears
I press them close to the conch
And I hear the sounds of waves -dancing!

anilkurup said...

"Despair ", perhaps take that away things may look different?
And as Balan said , the music of waves can be heard!

kaalpanique said...

you can hear the waves alright.. but it will not be ever lasting untill you can heal the anger inside! :)