Sunday, May 31, 2009

An image was forming
amidst the thick vapours
A face emerged
I tried to locate the eyes
but they blended and then faded
A sudden gust of air
washed off the remaining traces
I took another puff
And with all my might
tried to look into her eyes
for one last time
before the night
fades into morning light.



Destined nomads:
tracing faces
in
smoky places
before
sunlight invades
leaving
lasting glimpses

5 comments:

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

Looking for lost faces in cigarette smoke..... good depiction of the clouds in the mind.

destinednomad said...

tracing faces
in
smoky places
before
sunlight invades
leaving
lasting glimpses

clueless said...

hey there mr. poet.. i'd like to ask you something... i read that your occupation has to do with communications/media...
were you a journalism student?
need to talk... where can i get in touch with you more effectively?

Anorak said...

Thanks for the comment....well..you can mail me or chat at amitbigb01@gmail.com.........keep walking!!!

Zendagi Migzara said...

You have a very different style, something distinct about your writings.. Really loved it.. this one!!!