Friday, July 8, 2011

as i trudged on alone


the road was a scab
hardened black
with nasty bruises of lilac
beneath the jacaranda trees
n bloody red scars
where the gulmohar shed
its tattered flowers
gloomily in the breeze.


2 comments:

Divya said...

Not reading anything into this, its a description of something I've always observed and wanted to mention somewhere somehow. Interestingly, it matches how I would have liked to describe it. Hence, I like it :P

batalaland said...

'm glad u do :)