Oishee's Poems

Poetry is supposed to be the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions (well, almost)....These however, are some crazy experiments and explorations in expression. Er...actually not even that. It's just my space :) Read at the risk of your impending boredom ;) The actual dates of all the poems is missing:( But does that really matter so much?:)

Friday, September 01, 2006

The Sequined Veil

She sits alone
Under a dipping tree
Staring at the vast space
Languidly outstreched above.
The giant fireflies
Sparkle in her eyes.
The infinite shamiana
Yawns with placid arrogance.
She is nothing more
Than one of the many
Tiny immaculate specks
Of a sinister universe.

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