Wednesday, October 10, 2012


I am running.
Whirrr whirr
go my feet
and I am running.
The landscapes
are changing
all around me.
And seasons,
they are passing.
Leaves are changing colours
and they are falling.
Tumbling out of the sky
like sparrows carried
on the wing of an
intoxicated, directionless wind.
The land is drying, soaking
freezing, cracking, baking,
shaking, sighing.
And yet I am running.
Running at a steady pace.
Whirrr whirr go my feet.
In an eternal wheel
just fighting to keep my place. 

1 comment:

Chandni said...

Nice Nive. I like the various meanings "fighting to keep my place" can take.