Saturday, April 08, 2006

Ephemeral




















A moth
On the flickering flame.

A sun dying out
In the wake of twilight.

Mislaid in the arroyo
of my mind,
my ecstasy!

3 comments:

Ghost Particle said...

sumthing wrong with ur codes...


buts its a beutiful poem.

gautami tripathy said...

Thanks! I do not see anything wrong with the codes...

Schrodingers cat said...

Awesome stuff. How have you been, Gautami?

And yes, something's wrong with your codes.


M.