Tuesday, January 19, 2010


A bundle of broken and tattered branches irregularly and closely knit together, having no sort of bedding, nothing whatsoever to hold'em up. Ambiguity as to its groundwork or ambiguity as to its endurance or ambiguity by its very way of existence, but at the end of the day- Still knit together!!! Probably that's also a kind of order...
Like a bird's feather, drifting throught the wind
Like a drunkard walking on the streets,
There is an order in my chaos, though only known to me!!
-Amit Julka

1 comment:

Aditi said...

beautiful!!!! very well summed up i must say!!!!