Monday, May 21, 2007

As the images unwind…

Sitting by a window
looking out through its stained glass,
Watching life go by me,
All those eternal seconds
seems like,
one hazy dream.
Moving by,
as I remain,
to it all.
After all,
Its nothing but images
On stained glass,
Running like a cinema,
oozing out of a projector.
Once the reel finishes,
everyone has to leave.

- 17 / 5 / 2007

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