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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Monday, August 9, 2010


Streams of golden sunshine
Broken by new shiny leaves,
Kids chasing butterflies
And the smell of new-mown grass.
That’s where I lived yesterday.

Waves of ecstasy exploding
In my unsteady head,
Red roses strewn all over the place,
Is it chocolate pudding I taste?

I walked a million majestic miles
To reach the gross ruin you see.
I got stuck in grimy mud once
That crossed my path mid-way.

Riding plumes of silken sweet smoke,
I let go,
Higher and higher
Towards the all embracing sky,
I’m travelling back in time
Where yesterday was so today.


  1. all re inherently good .. but whats with the tinge of lament in most of the blogs ?