Monday, March 31, 2014

The Spectacle


Contemplating the silence of the night,
with the worldly bedlam
of my daily existence,
giving in to my iconoclastic misgivings,
not intending, nor expecting,
to find an answer,

I squat on the floor,
wide awake, gazing out.

Hanging outside the window,
the luminescence of a petrified night,
stares into my myopic eye.

Finding solace in my darkest hour,
she puffs a mouthful in my face,
my world gleamed at once,
a thousand epiphanies arose.

I didn't have my spectacles on.

2 comments:

Ankita said...

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Aman said...

hey.. Thanks a lot. :-)