Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!


Published by Sanket Rathod under on Monday, December 22, 2008

Monsters only lived in books
And books stayed on the shelves
Shelves were a stack of rickety wood
And wood only woodcutters'd sell

Sell and buy was what money did
Money always stayed in wallets
Wallets only grown-ups carried
And grown-ups we never were

We played in fields, on streets, on tracks
In any place anybody'd spare
Places that didn't have any names
And names never had last names

Last was supposed to never arrive
Arrived each year new friends
Friends always came in groups of ten
Ten was the time for bed

Beds were always a lair of tales
Tales of great heroes and villains
Villains weren't always that bad
Except monsters that came back


nan said... @ 23 December 2008 at 01:18

An innovative attempt on the structure
But the content could ve been a lil more of Sanket kind ;)

Sanket Rathod said... @ 23 December 2008 at 04:01

I agree. I guess that's what happens when structure starts to direct the content.

But I guess that's the closest I could get to the chaos my mind was/is in.

Anyway... thanks!

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ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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