I suppose this week, Sunday Scribblings slipped over! No wonder they want us to write on Slippery!
I have had my share of slipping and slippery people. I wouldn't like to dwell on that right now. Here I offer a poem which formed in my mind out of the blue moon! It might seem incomplete to a few. Nevertheless, as for as I am concerned, it is complete. Again posting it straight out of the mill- raw, rough and unedited!
how did i slip, not acknowledging
the obvious- how did it happen
with me? blinded by sheer feelings
i plunged with my eyes wide open.
there cannot be any justification
for my actions. i was sucked into
the vortex, without rationalization
knowing about blind alley thereto.
however, the mind refused to see
spirit being relatively insensitive.
hollowness persisted within me,
permeating, hence accumulative.
convictions burned, dehydrated
all the pores- resulting in vacuity-
numbing moratorium culminated
into withdrawn state of taciturnity.
For how long could I stay slipped?
For more slips...
An aside: I have posted the review of Defy the Eagle by Lynn Bartlett. It is a historical romance. It made a good read. All of you, especially my women friends, can chk that out on my Reading Room!
Update: I am so happy that the Taj Mahal too has been elected to represent global heritage throughout history.