11/6/08

i am not am i

full of moons
i swing
feet float flown
heavy, as air before the rain.

clogged
tough i stay
witty waiting wailing (a little)
dreaming, as water in a pond.

big and round

beautiful and glowing
slow and graceful, it all seems.
but nothing comes out.
just nothing.

though

am not scared,you are.

4 comments:

Chaitanya said...

loved this! I've also been feeling very bad about being the other end of that lost painting... I wish it had reached me...

I will try.

Junuka said...

lost painting,
is a good title for a film.:P

gi. said...

amazing blog darling

Junuka said...

thanks gi., i liked yours too.