Friday, September 26, 2008


a melee of thoughts. our minds become their battlefield
mischievous goblins wander the alleys and backstreets of our minds. lurking in dark corners, on the watch-out for fresh, nubile thoughts. with their knobbly knuckles and mocking grimaces they murmur absurd tales weaving a shroud of doubts to the ceaseless noise of empty words and raucous laughter.


Janice Thomson said...

Oh how true! Love the way you've expressed this - well done as always Gulnaz.

{illyria} said...

short, yet it left an impression. descriptive in a way that makes me giddy! well done, dear.

anonant said...

But in time those once nubile thoughts become fully grown, mature and quite compelling ideas whose time has come.
Short but full of energy. :)

Devika said...

Nicely added a few words to my vocabulary too..thanks Gulnaz!

The 'Certain Kind of Woman' awaits you :-)

gulnaz said...

janice - struggled with it, thanks! :)

illyria- thanks my sweetie!

anonant - i hope so! :)

devika - thanks, will visit soon ;)

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