Friday, July 29, 2011

The words are fading...

The words are fading for me,
the power in them, the emotions husked in those,
the words of love, and the words of abhor.  

The words that I now say,
are not so buoyant, not so irate
, and nevertheless so grey.  
No longer they are poignant, no longer they so glee
, and just as bland as they can flee.


Have I lost an expression,
or do I comprehend silence?



Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Broken Wings...


Flight, originally uploaded by me2myself(Vaishali).


I am struggling to fly,

careworn by my broken wings.

But Thy said to me – Fly, fly as much as you can.

Fly, as if you feel is the last day today,

with the broken wings I gave you.

Fly, but not in a way I taught you, or somebody else did.

There is something new you can do with these.

Fly, and make it your supermacy, and your art,

And let every kind say - You are a master, a master of the broken pieces.