I am standing in the room of painted canvases.....
a lyrical pulley over my head...
a rope around my eager neck....
ending in my worshiping palms....
I try to pull myself up...
a breathless moment..
my hands drip down loose...
suddenly my lungs get freshr air...
hands bit stronger...
I again try to pull myself up...
hands again drip down loose...
..wonderful moment...
I am in total control...
Am I not ?
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1 comment:
very well expressed the concept of CONTROL...but do u intentionally use the word drip? or u meant to use drop...liked the lyrical pulley too :)
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