Saturday, September 17, 2011


i stood there,

i stood there,
as sparrows tittered,
sunshine scattered the mist,

made the dew on my lips twinkle.

i stood there,
as sparrows flitted to the shadows,
the sun shone proud and strong,

my wilted lips trembled in the little wind.

i stood there,
as sparrows ducked for cover,
the sun hung his face behind heavy clouds,
my lips seeped in their wrath,

my arms tried to hold in the burst of crystal.

i stood there.
i stood before God.

i stood my ground.


Shalini said...

Beautiful lines, S.

You are the salt, remember.

shilpa said...

thank you. i don't know what got into me when this poem happened.

i keep repeating to myself. i am the salt. i am the salt.