Thursday, November 23, 2006


Toes on the edge of the brick wall

Fingertips holding on to the ceiling

Just let go for the last freefall

Nails scraping and the cream paint peeling

Off the wall.


27th time I stand at this place,

Call me back quick

For it’s easy to lose the race

Too easy to quit.


Sun is on the wane

But the eye in the sky never blinks

Rocks below wait not in vain,

And now I will die I think.


1 comment:

murali said...

The picture, which you have put up is really great. It is very simple but it conveys a lot. Did you draw it ?