Monday, September 24, 2007

prerna's eighth one - black cat white cat

Running a marathon

With my mind and my brain

We reach a space

With beads for eyes

All white, all white


I stared at the wide

Blue black range

We Followed,

that strange smell.

Flurrying

Flowing

Flipping

We frayed

Denying a departure.

It stayed with us.

From the day of my birth

till it numbered my corpse.


unfolding

unfurling

we rose

with a new hope

to find her


Not making a mistake this while

we started the search from ourselves this time.

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