Sunday, June 16, 2013

The big picture

Life gives up claim
only to a postmortem of
The "so-sad"s
come across very late. 
Rain falls and winds blow 
but the suggestions stay . 
Hang about like strange shadows 
They've forgotten to leave. 
Dust and hot air come 
in between the big picture 
and my telescope. 


Usha Pisharody said...

Back here after an age.
This particular one reads as a poignant one. And as always, I'm really taken up with your metaphors!

Trinath Gaduparthi said...


Thanks as always. It has been quite sometime since I saw your comments. Thanks for dropping by!