Monday, April 10, 2017

Ball game..










You dropped such way that rushed in a meteor 

It went through layers of land and stone

Feathery that is about no hands, legs or torso 

Only a pair of aeonian eyes

Countless tresses came from where 



Millions of dazzling celestial bodies 

at the apex of a thin hair

An indomitable desire that stands directionless

Playing the game of one leg with million jumping legs

Cast away like a dry seed of cotton

It fell on mountain peak, in the ocean, in rich lands

in crowded roads- in the solitude of four walls...

I opened my eyes... 





Where was not I playing with me?