Thursday, October 9, 2008

Excerpt from 'Freedom, Tea and Spectacles'

Warm on my shoulder. I watch a reflection of a tree on the glass partition in front of me, rippling in the breeze. I remember a saying - "I think I shall never see a poem, as lovely as a tree."

[We talk about revolution all the time.]

The tree is revolution. Formless. Cool. Rugged. Undaunting. Unlined. One.

2 comments:

Navarino said...

An excerpt! U actually writing a story? I love the idea. Trees have always been a close thing to me. I have grown under its shadow...

Ning said...

I have a book, not a story. More of a collection of thoughts and writings.