Sunday, June 16, 2013

The big picture

Life gives up claim
only to a postmortem of
I-told-you-so. 
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. 



2 comments:

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...

@Usha

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