Friday, July 3, 2009

fiction 55 - rings of smoke

He felt his dreams crashing once again...tears were swelling his eyes....this time he didn't want to let them free....he closed his eyes once more....darkness was more comfortable...

His hands were wandering into the bag.....should I or should'nt I?

With feeble hands he let his dreams go... into rings of smoke...

3 comments:

Shini said...

You write quite magically striking a chord inside me, somewhere from the past, of experiences, of viewpoints and of certain moments which seem quite distant and similar.

A pleasure visiting your blog, will return for more :)

state of mind? said...

hey thanks Shini!

there are certain things which all of us experience ..its just that the faces of situations are different...so thats where chords strike n connections happen!!

would be glad 2 see u hopping by again :)

Push Vs Pull said...

Reminds me of comfortably Numb early days of our good old school days when we used to walk miles & miles just for little bit of mouth smoking had some what same feeling back then.

Few words but leads to a great imagination.