Monday, December 16, 2013

Regret

When the light-sensitive.
have departed and the wind 
storms at wooded trunk
no-one speaks of the turbulence
 
 
Published in the August issue of Lakeview International Journal of Arts and Literature [Pg 15]
 

3 comments:

austere said...

"When the light sensitive have departed.."
Premonitive. Powerful. I shivered.

Gopika Nath said...

Thank you Austere. Feedback is always interesting. Somehow. I never quite anticipated these words would evoke such a sense of dread - send shivers down the spine. I'm always fascinated by such responses. Thank you for reading and writing in.

Julia Dutta said...

Congrats Gopika,

Very powerful lines indeed!

Julia