12.12.12

.

.

12.12.12 – After A Century

I opened a window of the past.
 
Looking through the wreckage
I found some jewels of  moments
shining  in my tears and turn
into multi-rays of colours.
 
When the first drizzle of the rain
makes the dusty paths fragrant
I walk with my bare feet
in the scorching desert of life.
 
In search of my home, myself!
Perhaps I have been wandering
and waiting for a century that
the loneliness will fade away.
 
The words spoken are lost its sound
with time they shed  their meaning.
The words written on the sand
 wiped out with time’s blizzards.

Still I am going and keeping
the flame of my wait alive
in the wind and rain while passing
through the desert with my feet bleeding.

 


 
 
Advertisements