Thursday, February 18, 2010

napkin notes

Dimly lit evening
Five friends, a camera
A moment of perennial life, frozen

A still night
A cup of Ceylon tea
In a land of unrest

Green roof, cobble stone floor
A filling of conversations and furniture
Winter eve at an outdoor café

A summer in prison
With just one possession
A window full of clear blue sky

Humid noon at home
Counted stars under the ceiling
Lying down but not alone

Tilted heads, locked lips
Between conversations
Lies an awkward silence

At a terrace in twilight
Juggling fire between fingers and lips
She stood draped in a veil of smoke

4 comments:

Dark Knight said...

ahaaa! The Haiku fever is catchin up eh! :) damn neat bro! :)

deep said...

Ceylon one - best.

P.S I posted mine too. :)

autumn leaves said...

interesting!stone bench to stone floor..:)is she referred to a cigarette?

Priyanka Khot said...

They say a photograph speaks more than a thousand words... but your words create images powerful enough to transport a reader to the site.

You have a gift of creating scenarios with limited words.

"A summer in prison
With just one possession
A window full of clear blue sky"

Very powerful imagery.

Blown away!