Interlude
The blue skies lingered clearer than ever,(6:12 PM)
Not a trace – nay, not even a single cloud…
Life so perfect doth sometimes conceal,
Unknown, unseen – Horrors be-held within…
The calm warm sun, glistening in the sky,
Did seem to smile – so soft, benign…
Then betwixt hidden the fine lines unseen,
The smile did now mock, an eerie glee…
The soft grass that did tickle my toes underneath,
Gave way to solid floor, coarse and cold to the touch…
Whoosh… blew along a deep ice-bled wind…
Fore I knew, all had changed – the world in transit…
As I saw the wave of the unforeseen times flow by…
Did I wonder if I’d been fooled by a mere farce…
For within the phase of a passing interlude…
Had I engulfed my present in a fickle mirage??? (6:35 PM)
Manas R Moothedath
15th Jan 2009
