08 February, 2011

on the moist earth

It seeps slowly,
through the bones,
sags her shoulders
like a breath
through her being.
Corners of her eyes,
hold invisible traces,
of hopes and hopefuls,
dying and living,
each day, every day.
Dreams and wishes,
in silence elude her senses,
out of her system,
through her feet,
sinking, firm into
the moist earth.

Then she breathes, again
life into the core,
raises her eyes,
clears the lines,on
her forehead,
takes a step,
leaving behind,
an imprint, of
a disappointment.


  1. Can well relate to the second para..:)..!!Nice..!!