Saturday, September 05, 2009

Passing through

Far away a light wades its arms amid,
Dark umbrella leaves, hanging from the trees,
A committee of heads consequently
Spread, walking ahead of his majesty,
Followed by a selfless shadow, an unchaste
Lady, a devoted monkey, a bunch
Of ashen loud mouthed banalities.

Keeping apace, aloof yet amingling,
Performing a part, is a part of me,
Departing me, apart from me, anxiously.


Priyam Mukherjee said...

A part of you,departing apart...and performing a part..
very intriguing

Vasu said...

Iambic pentameter blues. I like the disjointedness.

The Egg said...

Just passing through after a long hiatus:) Lovely words!