Thursday, July 26, 2007

When the sun burnt..

Crazy soul under the window lay till the shades of desire grew dull with pain and asked the sun whether it was going to keep awake all night long. But the dungeons of fire did not seek any glory from the king of wisdom and hence the desire to unravel the skepticism was not met with great acceptance.But the suchness of the events made the tired soul grow weary of darkness of light such that hypothermic reactions ceased that moment to fly kites of freedom on the outskirts of the city.It was no pleasure at all.Only the brightest minds could grasp the enormity of the conditioning of the human minds.BUt the myriad walls of great paintings had to be torn down to elevate the problems of the nervous trees in the ochard of the apple trees. But the fruits had no interest to ripe and no enthusiasm to live further.And they lived happily ever after.

1 comment:

ravi said...

and they lived happily ever after ...

loved this piece.
of all pieces of you.
pieces of you
pieces of abhijit bhave