Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Listen?

Maybe it's a little dark corner
of a forgotten dream.

Maybe it's a thinning strand
from a satin drawstring.

Maybe it's gum, cracking
on the bark of a graying tree.

Maybe it's a grain
from an old footprint
on a silver beach.

Maybe it's the eroding lead
from a pencilled love-note.

Maybe it's the blunt sparkle of a moonstone,
seen through frosted glass.

Maybe it's the last raindrop in a monsoon puddle,
about to evaporate.

Maybe it's your voice,
still alive,
from another world.

9 comments:

Sowmya said...

Rings as beautiful... but abstract to the unintelligent like me :)

Keep going...

sahyadri said...

or whisper of a wingless bird from within a weathered ribcage...

beautiful song..

Tinker Belle said...

Beautiful...

Pramshanks said...

Sowmya, whatever beauty you see here is that which is reflected from the reader.

Sahyadri, I too am seeing it like a song now!

Tinker, thanks a million...

Tasneem said...

Transported me to a different world!

Pramshanks said...

Tasneem, look around... it may be a world you know. Good to see you here!

krishnaraj fullmoon said...

another world?
listen..may be its here only...

riddhi said...

Very neat. I could almost hear it :)

Pramshanks said...

Dear KR, like you and I said, maybe.

Riddhi, thanks... keep dropping by.