Wednesday, August 15, 2012

mellow drama #3

There used to be magic in these boxes. Before they drank us dry of all our wonder. There was a time when we smelled of the sun and the leaves, and heard the music in the stars and whispered secrets with the rivers. And then the skyline grew ugly scales and cancerous lumps filled with puss on its back. The sun turned away, no longer a friend. It grew indifferent and in between our fingers, centipedes laid eggs and we could hold each other no more. It was sad, sadder than we knew sad could ever be. The heartbreak left us with cracked eyes and we saw everything with scattered vision. That was the end of things as we’d like to forget it. 

1 comment:

Divya said...

just reminds me of the Bangalore weather .....thts wht thy