Naked truth

on Friday, 21 June 2013

Some thoughts are stationed at home.
Moon and sun put down their traditional color
Before their reappearance
At every dawn and dusk
Sky attires itself in shades of
The last stoke of the brush from the palette

Few habitations do not have doors
Seasons shed their odor
At these junctures

Roots pertinently revolve
Consistently sprouting on mud paths

Few foot prints
Are still at my door step
With stamps of soil

Maps of destination are drawn by the visitors
Abodes still do not lie


Jayasree Naidu said...

sky like vision in every word and line..
enjoyed every word of it..

Satya said...

Thanks Jayasree garu

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