The sky was laden with twilight
And the night fluttered in your deep eyes
The moon, glowing on the traveling waters
Vagrant, as silence always is
Somewhere in the vastness
The mountains glimmered, alight with snow
And my heart searched to find its home
In you, around you, with eternal thirst
And then I found you
Made you mine
Amongst the sound of the trees
Orchestral and celestial
The intricate fabric of love turned
Black, red, smoldering and glacial
Till the night became a soliloquy
And life, a latticework of fragrance.
And the night fluttered in your deep eyes
The moon, glowing on the traveling waters
Vagrant, as silence always is
Somewhere in the vastness
The mountains glimmered, alight with snow
And my heart searched to find its home
In you, around you, with eternal thirst
And then I found you
Made you mine
Amongst the sound of the trees
Orchestral and celestial
The intricate fabric of love turned
Black, red, smoldering and glacial
Till the night became a soliloquy
And life, a latticework of fragrance.
6 comments:
awesome medem, simply awesome :p
and how many times in a day do u actually say "just as well" ? :p
anyways wanted to let u know that here in kolkata, all we get to hear is pre recorded shows of meri meow and on top of that ur book isn't available anywhere here :(
but ur writing style is sooo impressive that im sure another book will soon hit the stores and this time when it does, i'll be grabbing a copy before they can say: "out of stock" :)
and here's a little riddle for u to solve:
what should ur favorite chocolate be called ?
Alrighty, so what should my favorite chocolate be called indraneil?
ferrero rochie :p
Duoloquy ?
ummmm .... I hope I'm not interrupting the quiet here.
Junctions of the day ... when mythological creatures are slain because 'Tis neither day nor night got intermingled ... so I couldn't tell if I was tempting the Protector.
Now I know ... thoughts that go up in cigarette smoke at all times of the day can appear in pinings on the web. Their poignancy shared and commented on.
I fear though that commiseration or praise may limit the depth of feeling explored by incredible loneliness and self-dependence. Supposed success or achievement can blunt the edge of discovery.
That notwithstanding - Ars Gratia Artis. So write on ... and care not for praise or poison.
BEAUTIFUL......... is all i can say!
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