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Sunday, October 08, 2006

a slap in the eye

An eyeful of polished mirrors, brimming over
With unwanted reflections. Every time you look,
You see, and see and see and see. Your life,
It could be summarized in a pupil, a perverted
Sort of miniscule nutshell. Light in and again,
Light out with fluttered openings, all timed
To hit you, but with beautiful, marked out grace.

-I wrote this a long time ago, when I read 10D's english paper, and a line in one of the comprehension texts caught my attention..."We searched and searched, but no Rex. It was like a slap in the eye."

2 Comments:

Blogger a.v.koshy said...

it'a a good one

8:09 PM  
Blogger Mallika said...

and that just made my day!

6:15 AM  

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