Tuesday, 30 October 2007
fascinatingly spooked-----Writers Island
foaming water gives rise to steam
ripples disappear into nothing
shadows form out of nowhere
walking creepily towards shore
revolting fascination takes over
watching unheard of creatures
unholy sounds pierce the calm
strange shapes emerge, dancing
on cascading stream, eeriness
enhances those unheard of fears
sounds of night hold to enthral
until dawn breaks, sunlight falls.
My thoughts are haunted for no particular reason. May be it is the season. I am unable to write the way I want to. This is another of my half hearted effort this past fortnight. Please do feel free to critique it.