The Window
Scattered like sand as they grew sizably,
Painted walls of colours not only gold,
These giant cubicles are intertwined with nature,
Counting them all would be a futile effort.
Soft winds were ever present in this mutated valley,
Gargantuan cranes were visible over the horizon,
Churning cement was the smell of the morning,
Tankers and trucks moaned as they struggled with the weight.
Diminished was the sun as the lone moon rose,
A sparkle of unnatural light blanketed the valley,
A myriad of red, blue, yellow and green,
Neon tubes were the culprits behind this colourful sight.
As I gaze to the left and tilt to the right,
Gripping the black rods that prevented my falling,
This is the view that has always been,
A reality that has imprisoned, my life within.















Comments
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*hugz and kissez*
[.faded.soul.] Rayna
".tease.me.more.please."
Oh thank you...actually, I was standing on a chair ON the balcony, so people must have thought that I was crazy or something while lifting weights...it was pretty high up...
Do have a nice day.
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Uuma quena en'mani lle ume (ri'mani lle umaya). (Uma ta ar'lava ta quena ten'irste'.)
Don't talk about what you have done (or what you are going to do). (Do it and let it speak for itself.)
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as.kumar@yahoo.com
I must "fave" you too !
Do have a nice day.
Thanks for dropping by, how is life?
Do have a nice day.
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People rarely make use of the freedom they have, for example, freedom of thought, instead they demand freedom of speech as compensation.
Soren Kierkegaard "The Journals" Translated by Clancy Martin
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Burn Your Flags
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Some people are a lot like Slinkies - They're not really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
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