Thursday, November 29, 2007

headphones on...I walk the streets

One morning, moon woke up to a dying sun...
instinctively, he looked at his own still-luminous self
Bewildered, he watched the faint glimmer that was the sun, grow dimmer...
and couldn't help looking at himself again
How was it, that the affected glory outlived the source?
What sense could he make out of this?



Monsters Inc is superb cinema.

2 comments:

Sharad Ragas said...

The day a son wakes up to his father..

I said...

:)