Labyrinth
the uneven rhythm of silence
as night pulls the living into
its patchy blanket falls heavy
on the heart’s ears…
the sound of sound sleep
breathes heavier on the
jagged walls of the night
echoing on the abandoned skin
the abandoned echo fills
the precincts of the streets
the irregular rhythm throngs
the foot-paths of the night
once in a way a baton
proves its power
once in a way
blazing lights stop by…
in the dark silence
do they seek a brief respite
and shake off night’s embrace
to begin yet another day…
17mar2010
14.14hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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