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>> Apr 28, 2010

Today I want to write about the imperial sadness
that spreads way above you and me;
Like the roots of a tree that threatens
the earth and embraces like an octopus.

Stoic is the sky
and there is one moon that is sad.
At this hour, darkness is silk
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.

We know not why even truths have versions.
There are different truths; stories to tell.
We choose convenience.
Or sometimes the other.

If you are afraid of heights, fly.
You may meet a cocoon who decided
to date back and became a caterpillar.

SoUmY@

7 well-wishers:

Cinderella April 28, 2010 8:41 AM  

When somebody writes something and you see yourself in it, you knw theres a guardian angel standing somewhere nearby and asking you feed your soul.

This piece feeds my soul.
Thankyou.

Usha Pisharody April 29, 2010 10:19 AM  

At this hour, darkness is silk
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.

Gorgeous, the metaphor! Wordsmith it is! But far more than that!

With your permission, this is going to be my tweet for tonight :)

Shal April 29, 2010 10:38 AM  

WOW

Aayushi Mehta April 30, 2010 9:18 AM  

Quite astounding. Loved the last two paras especially. There is a mesmerizing beauty in this piece:)

Quintessence Of Illusion May 03, 2010 2:15 AM  

Amazing piece of poetry

kamna May 09, 2010 12:28 AM  

At this hour, darkness is silk
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.

what is this.. what is this.. MAJESTIC expression..!

Scribbler May 28, 2010 4:34 AM  

darkness is silk

And loved the last line

keep it rollin;)

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