Run with me in my perpetual haste. Wander with me in my desperate search. Meander with me in my whimsical course. Slalom with me in my endless vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me to my senseless abysses. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my verbal euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality.

Monday, September 26, 2005

To touch those words...

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 :

poem3dmax

poembryce1

This makes my post complete

Monday, September 19, 2005

Tryst with nature

The journey had begun…

Clouds

She gazed out the window, searching for meaning in the shapeless clouds, the chilly wind pricking her face, shafts of moonlight kissing her good night…







Trees

Silhouettes of trees rapidly flew by, forgotten faces flashed by, awakening random memories, casting shadows on her thoughts…





rolling waves



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.




colors

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.





cliff

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…






Sunset 1

Twilight set in, she bade sad farewell to the day as the sun retired behind the clouds...






Sunset 2

...the sky painted orange, purple and pink.









Moon


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.

 
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