Thursday, February 19, 2009

the house of the broken mirrors

I was roaming, searching for an address
searching for some one,
everyday knocking doors,
someone who has the touchstone
to convert my iron ring into that of gold.

Someday I came across an address
a house which looked familiar
and i knew i had found it,
but could not find anyone there
no one there , but mirrors.
I broke the glass and moved out.

I was roaming, searching for an address
searching for some one,
everyday knocking doors,
someone who has the touchstone
to convert my iron ring into that of gold.

Yesterday i woke up with a lot of pain,
I noticed a cut on my finger
took out the crystals of glass from the cut
and a droplet of blood fell on the ring,
the ring of Gold.

V.S

p.s- references:- tagore & bijit ;)

2 comments:

swarnendu said...

awesome!!!!This is somethin that has changed my outlook about life n Vaibhav THE BABA for ever.

my world......on a different level.... said...

wonderful...d last part was so spell-bounding :)