Awakened
Dark clouds splattered morn
Glass reflects
Bleak yellow tinge of sun
The candle flame
The naked clothes
Lie upside down
On a beaded line
Not so neat but clipped
A lonesome breather
With medusan hair
Oggles thro the stains
Of the brown and dusty outside
Frothy windows
They stare back
As i hum in my head
Strange tunes ..from a foreign land
Broken glass
Spread the skies as stars
Tide and time drift
Hand in hand
Veiw some droplets
Pither pather across
The solemn glass as
Theyhide in the shadows..
May holy moon
Half pitha better than no pitha
Soars into youthfull skies
Transcending layer by layer
Bliss of solitude
Time taps on to me
As i kiss my breath
And my faith she leaps
So now
Scribbling away
On a resolution
Giggles and smiles
Like old times
Muse awakened
A new meaning
A new dimension
To the bardly nib
Copyright © Sashi Prabhu | Year Posted 2016
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