Sunday, January 9, 2011

Your Shadow

Still that shadow is cast on my shed,
Piercing through the interwoven hatchways of consciousness.
Dismantled debris of you statue still makes a mountain height,
While Petrified infant trees keeping falling apart from the soil.
Perhaps an arid land I shall plough from tomorrow.
And by acres I shall measures its circumscribe.
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  1. fictionpark - some fiction : some factsMarch 13, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
    I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
    But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
    Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
    My Shadow
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    You might think it's cheeky for me to paste RL Stevenson here, but just thought these line goes perfectly well with yours! :)

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  2. NiranMarch 15, 2011 at 7:19 AM

    Hey, thanks for dropping the lines of Stevenson..

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  3. fictionpark - some fiction : some factsApril 21, 2011 at 8:37 AM

    Hey, I hope you're doing all right there, and are safe from the shellfire! tc

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  4. NiranApril 21, 2011 at 9:43 AM

    Shellfires !! Are you talking about Ivory Coast ?? I just came to Kathmandu for a couple of weeks. So enjoying the Bittersweets of the valley and around now.

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  5. fictionpark - some fiction : some factsJune 1, 2011 at 10:32 AM

    cool! no shell fires or remnants thereof then!

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