Thoughts
splash echoing
like pebbles into a well.
Confusion.
Woven like a web all over.
Returning at the same spot,
beaten, broken into
a hundred parts.
Echoing.
Returning.
Plumes of obfuscation.
Rising, spreading everywhere.
Frustration.
This spiraling music in the head.
What is the way forward?
The rickshaw slices the expanse
speeding away from my grasp.
A query rises into the wilderness
of a hundred distractions.
The bell. The bell. Distant, sonant.
Door. Phone. Beep. Beep.
The firmament is camouflaged.
Am looking for a direction;
Confusion. Obfuscation. Frustration.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
Thoughts
splash echoing
like pebbles into a well.
Confusion.
Woven like a web all over.
Returning at the same spot,
beaten, broken into
a hundred parts.
Echoing.
Returning.
Plumes of obfuscation.
Rising, spreading everywhere.
Frustration.
This spiraling music in the head.
What is the way forward?
The rickshaw slices the expanse
speeding away from my grasp.
A query rises into the wilderness
of a hundred distractions.
The bell. The bell. Distant, sonant.
Door. Phone. Beep. Beep.
The firmament is camouflaged.
Am looking for a direction;
Confusion. Obfuscation. Frustration.
Another thought-stream. Free-rhythm.
Moments of echoing self-reflection seeking an answer, guidance, amidst distractions....
