Monday, December 12, 2005


They wandered in the wilderness in a solitary way; they found no city to dwell in. - Psalm 107:4

It is now a time of silence, a time of darkness,
And still you wait
For words to seep into the grave
And resurrect you.

But how will you know what you awaken to?

To wander mute thru the desert,
To blinding light,
To be devoured by whispers,
To be burnt by memories of other words?

Do you still want to wake up?

Now as you wait
For the words to enter your silence
And fill you with a fearful music,
Awake, and ponder what you've lost.

A peaceful slumber, a promise of dawn, hope in mirages...


ozymandiaz said...

Ah, be careful what you wish for, or is this akin to fear of success, the Jin giving you what you think you desire?

Pragya said...

Don't know what to say! Your words leave me speechless. I am in awe.


Alex said...

:-)thanks a lot