Snake Pit

A snake pit
In bits and pieces
And phases and leases
Reveal its hem and hilt
Its frills and fancies
Soft folds and ( dark) peaks
Its wet crevices
Its secret passages
And honeyed recesses

Later late and wise
Deep deep down
Among shriveled folds
I realize
I am stuck
To wallow in this muck
Of creeping alleyways
And sapless recesses


Muralidharan Mudaliar

in every way, in every deed, at every time... some words, rise and describe.. something, deep and clear.. sometimes, i follow, sometimes i linger.. sometimes i write.. and what is lost i do not mourn, what i have i do cherish.. and some i do want to share

Last updated January 19, 2012