Friday, October 29, 2010

Breathing lips

Like bodies entangled in the molten lava of Pompeii, telling no tales,

Too she is silent.

Tweaking through her vessels are a few lazy blood drops,

Escaping the chaos of oxygenating the earthy remains.

All the signs of passion have bleached out of her skin,

Only a pair of lips remaining, that could kiss but not love

And flash a smile,

To glamorize the sepia tainted memory of her with brilliant colours.

She is dead.

Slowly consumed,

And extinct.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010


National Geographic says there are 6000 languages in the world.

Big number!

Yet the elemental desire, to be heard and understood lingers on...

I wonder, if it is just the poverty of language in the contemporary world.

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