Musings of an Idiot

Invisible

The alone man on the invisible island stands.
Looking at the wonderlands.
For the signs of recognition,
From beyond.

The gaze goes long and wide,
looking at the friends and strangers passing by.
Not a glimmer of love
or hatred,
Does he recognize.

The cry goes high,
and the tears roll by.
Knowing not a sign of breath.
As the ship passes the invisible island by,
where the lonely man smiles a knowing smile.


Amit

posted by Amit @ 6:23 PM