“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die Discover that I had not lived.”
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The storyteller
He travelled to undiscovered lands,
He met people who aren’t born yet.
From the mystical river,
Emerged the storyteller each and every night.
Waking me up from the midnight to the moon,
Weaving yards and yards of stories.
He kept his hands on my eyes,
And whispered in my ears.
Words of dreams, words of fiction.
Words of reality, words of lies.
His imagination goes as far as reality,
His reality is only but his imagination.
His characters die with him in the river,
Only to wake me up in the middle of the night.
Payal
Childlike and delightful.
ReplyDelete-Arundhati
What have you been smoking lately?
ReplyDelete- Austin