Blue moons, feet, fossils

the blue moon
curled up in the sky
and whispered
'no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes'

A hundred feet.
crawling on your skin
like love.
or sex. or rain.
you're no worm.
a memory packed up and salted
like sardines in a tin can
These moments that are talismans and treasure.
these moments once moved like fingers.


Anonymous said...

love your work, you are gifted.

Hari Adivarekar said...

Did you write that? It's beautiful.

deepthi vinod said...

neat and very well written...abstract too

Shilo Shiv Suleman said...

yup. wrote it. thankoo

Arif Sarkar said...

Great Blog! That was amazing. Your thought processing is wonderful. I see the images and it's very nice. The way you tell the thing is awesome.

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