Sunday, October 21, 2012

A thousand worthless words

Sluggishly traversing
the cramped tunnel
in search of light

The blues adorn instead,
a broad expanse
of barren white

Erased, replaced
and mercilessly stricken off
The perpetual yearning
grows ever intense

To rather be a part of
an image, trapped
through the reflex
of a single lens

A writer tries to pen down a memory on a sheet of paper and has a certain way with it ;).
And the memory thinks it would be better off if it were photographed by a camera.