Monday, September 01, 2008

Strange Lies


It must mean
That a bit of the real
The impossible song
An art unborn
Lives in me.

Cast far away
The fable dark
In what is unmasked
A disguise tortuously built
Now intently guards.

And you wait to hear
That truest myth

Of the time nigh
A truth that
Lies alone
Could speak.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice !!

J

Ridhi said...

Hi Rimima!

Lovely writings! I came across your profile on orkut and noticed the wealth of books you've read !
With your keen interest in Literature I would love to tell you about the the Culturazzi Club , an endeavor I believe you will find to be interesting.
The club was recently started and wishes to bring people in arts, cinema, literature, music and theater etc from across the world together on a common platform, where they can share their thoughts etc. I think you're gonna consider it a nice place to hang out :) You can contribute with articles and reviews you're willing. We'd love it!

Do let us know..

Happy Culturacting!