Wednesday, April 01, 2009

fools gold

in a land of milk and honey all we ever seem to find are mounds of clay covered in powdery sand, an obstacle course of sticky tar waiting to capture and cover, then feather and debone to near perfection, a skewered lump of stuff. then theres that journey to be made along the rainbow of imagination, with the promise of great things at the end of much strife that pretends to be great fun. in a land of honey and milk all we are left with at the end of the slippery slide is a handful of fools gold. no rainbow. only more mounds of that clay from which we came. and the smell of nostalgia forming clouds of de ja vu and veils of contention and even more mirages of that milk and honey as was revealed in dreams long forgotten. and when the mist has cleared and u pick urself up, and dust off the grime of joviality (i darent say mockery!) - the pot of glittery remnants awaits in consolation - that ultimate collection of gold for the fool that was fooled for the gold.

3 comments:

americanising desi said...

interestingly you boggle my brains!

Azra said...

This is completely off the topic, but I was just telling my sister yesterday that I don't like milk or honey, so does that make me weird? And hence, milk and honey is no incentive to me...

KimyaShafinaaz said...

its been ages since i wrote truly loaded crytpic crap :P

im glad i did. lol. for more clues read 2005-2006-2007 :)