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Maze




Silent garden, noises none,
works the spider weaving one
crazy web of threads thin,
spreads the maze, sparing none.

Behind this web, gardens widen,
beyond which zooms a world driven
by speed and progress interwoven,
spreads the maze, sparing none.

Speeding vehicles going around,
cities where men roam around,
racing with time, chasing the wind,
spreads the maze, sparing none.


Photography: A view of Chicago downtown in 2007. I shot this from top floor of Sears Towers.
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Mumbai Paused said…
Nice. But should it always rhyme?
6:25 PM
Iniyaal said…
Not always. Before I wrote this post, I got a comment asking why my poems never rhyme.. now I get another one asking if it should always rhyme :) Reader's tastes do vary.
Please check out my other poems here.. They do not rhyme always :)
9:20 AM
Sudha said…
Hey
Nice knowing you...you have a cool blog!

sudha
11:58 AM
Rashmi Singh said…
hey thanx for your heartfelt appreciation.i must say ur blog is wonder!
9:03 PM
Iniyaal said…
Hi Sudha and Rashmi

Glad you liked my blog. Keep viting :)
9:58 AM
Rashmi Singh said…
oh sure!
8:53 PM
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