Thursday, February 23, 2006

Like the placid waters of a silver lake
she exudes a sense of calm
quiet and composed
tranquil
BUT
Spare a longer moment and search her eyes
INTENSITY FIRE subdued.
Churning inside are trembling fears
Her mind shrouded clouded blanketed with
conflicting beliefs contrasting ideals
D e f l a t e d Z e a l
Somewhere under the lucid cover
ambiguities uncertainities confoundingly hover
WHY?
she knows not her own mind
her thoughts do languish like
the last dried leaves
of a coldwinter
clingingtothebranches
before
they too are cast away
by the wind only to be tread upon... trampled.

1 comment:

Neha D. said...

You never cease to surprise me, love it!