i am not am i

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

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.


am not scared,you are.


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.