Thursday, September 18, 2014

#71


There is something about that textured wall.
May be the cracks
May be the creepers.
May be the uneven surfaces
May be the moss strewn all over.

It aint glossy
It aint perfect
Mysterious.
Old. Torn apart
Still beautiful.


6 comments:

Mr.Miglani said...

Life is ...still beautiful

The Solitary Writer said...

Just beautiful like your writings!

There is something so nice about your poem,
may be its the poetess ;)

divsi said...

Indeed it is :)

divsi said...

Beauty is in the eyes of the reader:)
Thanks for your kind words. Truly humbled.

Anonymous said...

Not sure but when I read it before, the pic was missing then (or so my memory tells me) but definitely your pic has added to the beauty of the poem Divsi :)

divsi said...

Hats off to your memory! :) indeed, the pic was missing earlier :)