Some crazy little people,
Lived in my head.
The crazy little people,
They wanted to fight.
On the table,
They laid,
A cloth-
Made of thought.
Sat around the table,
Crazy little people,
Tearing and pulling,
Spraying spots of million hues.
And there I sat,
Laughing and crying;
Tormented
By the same thought.
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2 years ago
5 comments:
This is a nice thought and a unique way of translating thoughts on to the table.
Wonderful Jags! Simplicity with a profound effect!
Surreal, really, Jagadeesh!!
Somehow this is playing out with people too, at Mumbai!
You have been awarded the 'Free spirited and Independent' blogger award. Check :
http://overtome.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-spirited-and-independent-award.html
lolz...just brilliant...
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