Standing; where I am standing
I find..
It was….but perhaps,a butterfly,
or a spectrum of vapours cry..
mesmerized me with such stress;
that I.. a rock, could not repress
escorted me to a valley,
a dark and deep, static alley..
such frame of time there’in prevailed
as everything the step-nature inhaled
that haunting silence; waiting for prey,
where’in; all painted in monotone..grey,
the trees, the grass and the flowers
even.. the moon, the seas and the stars..
where’in, there nailed few anonymous eyes
just focussing on those grey dots, it tries
I saw them scluptured, mysteriously grown
constantly gazing along an axis unknown..
scared, I threw a pebble into that pond
to break that icy silent bond..
wanted to see those whirls-rounds
wanted to hear those beautiful sounds
No whirls; but barren cracking, I select
resounding a frequency, I couldn’t connect..
a scripture carved on a high stone
had to decipher it all; but alone,
It read ….. It read
‘ Another dead among the dead ! ‘
Why I had chased that butterfly?
-San
