Thursday, January 19, 2012

What place is this..












Faces familiar, voices unknown
Looks like laughter, sounds like a moan
People talking- a strange hiss..
Not dark, but colourless; what place is this?

I was almost sure it was a dream
When I heard my own muffled scream
I ran for the door, it opened into an abyss.
I woke up wondering; what place is this?

11 comments:

  1. एक और "poetic landmine"
    नेहा बड़ी बहादुर हो तुम...डर नहीं लगता तुम्हे?

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  2. Did you find out what place was it?

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    1. No luck as yet.. :D
      I hope that I don't have to find out.. :)

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    1. yeah, it makes me wonder, why are dreams so surreal..

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  4. surreal? really? i have always thought our dreams are our second life - a life that we live un intentionally. it shows us either what we want or what we dont want, thoughts which we might avoid in what we call our 'sense' :)

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  5. I ran for the door, it opened into an abyss.
    I woke up wondering; what place is this?

    Very effective .....well done .

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  6. I love all your poems and that Raddiwala prose the most,Neha!! :)

    Waiting for more of your posts! :)

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