About Me

February 2, 2012

I Politick

There were lights and sounds and unknown mysteries.
Faces were replaceable
And they were replaced often.
Voices were condensed
Muffled to maintain the calm

There was a rugged jar
Which kept all the faces of the world.
And there were oceans around the universe
Which submerged every noise

For these were the penchants of our Master:
A 1000 Concealing Faces


Tangerine said...

And maybe every face held a message in a bottle...Waiting for someone to open it. (?) :)
nice one !

Shruti said...

Sigh! I shall come here more often. I need to start writing again.

I always found mysteries and silent voices just so paradoxical. Its amazing.

Ausdrucklos said...

Tangerine that sounds as bewildering!
It provides a completely different vibrant realm of looking at it from my own thought.

For I wanted to comment about the present political scenario.
How a leader changes his face often and how he has the legion of as corrupt followers who can silence everyone and anyone who speaks against them.

Ausdrucklos said...

Shruti- Oh yeah. The grey noise in the alleys of darkness. It is here the creativity is at its apex. In darkness. For it is all unknown but all accepting. You can describe, darkness, as many times as you want and you'll never be wrong. Darkness is a Creative Paradise.

Kajal said...

beautiful, Wish i could play with words to express...

glad to have found you at Indiblogger. voted for you and your newest follower here...AND a regular visitor now.