The scent of fresh ink,
The brilliant blue…
The mild yellow of ageing paper,
The soft crinkle…
The scratching of pen on paper,
The sound of flowing words…
The embossed flower in a corner of the sheet,
The unsaid greeting…
The long fluent hand,
The slight slant…
The feel of the etched words,
The writer’s touch…
Alas! How I miss them all...
....And I got this pleasant surprise from velvetgunther, Special thanks to him :
This makes my post complete
The journey had begun…
Silhouettes of trees rapidly flew by, forgotten faces flashed by, awakening random memories, casting shadows on her thoughts…
She ran into sea’s embrace, the roaring waves welcoming her. They lashed around her feet, threatening to carry her away and drink her up.
The foaming waves, the salty spray, the deep blue sea, soft skies, smoky clouds, melted together like a melody- another one of nature’s symphonies.
She stood atop the mountain, great skies above, deep sea below, savoring the sweet scent of wet grass, resisting the urge to take a plunge, resisting the urge to take flight…
Twilight set in, she bade sad farewell to the day as the sun retired behind the clouds...
Lo and behold, out came the moon to put the smile back in her eyes.Caressed by a soft breeze, she lolled in the moonlight and fell into a dreamy slumber, smiling shyly as she entered her prince’s arms.
PS: Inspired by a weekend trek in Gokarna, Karnataka, India.
