The sky lays without memories of the bygone times….
The romantic thoughts of the sky reflecting as rainbows,
And the white clad followers and their foes ,
And the roaming stars sowing seeds to the horizons….
All are still glowing,maybe so….
This street onlooker believe so…..
The white and dark creepers in pace failed their faith,to be there till the fate executive the verdicts…
The primordial existent in the lake of tears without signs of reclamations suffocating and decaying as weeds inside the span of the soulfulness…
All the actors and the settings floating on to a cliff beyond chanting matras for escape…..
Om! Shanti
Scapegoats on dried oasis mastering in their own judgements
Simply for the last analysis for an antithesis….
(C) Ravindranath Kunnath
Kochi, Kerala, India.