Up on the roof

fluffy pillows white and burnished silver etched in bas-relief against the blue copper of the sky punctured every often by needles of the telecommunication world out flies the other communication system the pigeon like little grey robed ballerinas flirting with trees and walls stupidly flying between perch to perch in an attempt to dodge the villain of the drama the patient, powerful eagle in his dark ochre robe as he climbs higher for a different perspective and looks down on the unseen hero the ugly ignored ubiquitous crow hovering in mid air to let his loved the green parakeet pass a long sigh for the love that will never come about.

Posted by Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan on December 26th, 2004 | Filed in Random Writings |


3 Responses to “Up on the roof”

  1. MadMan Says:

    Dude, I have to ask… what on earth have you been imbibing lately? :)

  2. Queer Says:

    Whats up with this post?

    Btw…had to register with type key to comment….why this sudden filtering?

  3. Whirlwings Says:

    Great, managed to get through the Typekey monster finally.

    If the love did come about, the sigh would be BIGGER.

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