Saturday, January 25, 2014

Unclog

Source- Google images. This picture is not mine. 
There is just so much to say
that thinking of them all makes me tired.
It never rests though, the constant sound of feet pacing about;
sometimes running and at times heavy and weary,
tapping along the edges of my thoughts
and wiping away the colours of my dreams on a doormat
in-between certain transitions.
Maybe,
if I just said it all, there would be nothing
to worry about.
No colours to end up on dirty ends
but in the sky or my love's eyes.

~Hemu

3 comments:

  1. "wiping away the colours of my dreams on a doormat
    in-between certain transitions."

    Too good :) - Though I don't know why but I have the feeling that you ended the verse a tad too soon...

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  2. Hi Mahesh!
    Thank you so much. Glad you liked it. It does sound rather abrupt doesn't it? But I didn't really intend to continue that one. Would be giving away just way too much personal a stance if I did.
    Great to know your feedback as always.
    Cheers! Do stay connected.
    Hemu

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  3. Thanks for sharing this wonderful post, It is awesome.

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