A crinkled, crumpled paper
Getting crumpled between the fingers
Throughout the journey
While mind journeyed a little faster
Than those multi-wheeled vehicle
It carries many creases,
Of thoughts, tears, smiles
And marks of a thousand birds
They flew from this window to the open sky…
I like it, Sreeja ~~
ReplyDeleteWrite your dreams on my paper,
crumple, and sail
through the open window.
Where do they go?
After tribulations and joys,
to rest with the deleted e-mails.
(I know, you didn't say the last line.)
..
many creases of thoughts, tears, and smiles...
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful! I think most writers can relate to this (even those that just keep diaries)
Beautiful Sreeja...I have so many words crumpled in paper. I love the idea of letting them fly as birds in blue sky.
ReplyDeleteLoved it, flew from the window, finally we have ti let go the memories
ReplyDeleteA real gripping and philosophical read this one..love it, Sreeja :)Love the imagery...
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