The famous noise

As the brittle walls of confinement

got stronger

As the world became a tad smaller

everyday

She crawled out of her melody

into the famous noise

She traveled

Gazed out of many outlets

Indeed she was lovely

specially when she had music flying

in and out of her

Days

Beginnings 

so many faces

so many stories narrated

people cracking, letting out their sounds

contributing to the famous noise of the outside

(she is now hearing)

Shringi

16-02-2013

Sweet Thursday

The last sweet Thursday has arrived and I hope that it holds all that I have been looking for; Suzy - unsure, Doc - aloof, Fauna - beaten, Mack - dressed and Hazel as the president.

How many lives will  be lived
this Thursday
and how many paper butterflies will fly
how many strangers will smile at me
and how many pages will stay unread

On sweet Thursday,
my friends, have dinner with me
On sweet Thursday,
let the clocks be happy
On sweet Thursday,
bring me something orange
On sweet Thursday,
we will paint an autumn leaf

I shall give in tomorrow
but let me play
today is so temporary

Shringi
14 - 02 - 2013