Listen?
Maybe it's a little dark corner
of a forgotten dream.
Maybe it's a thinning strand
from a satin drawstring.
Maybe it's gum, cracking
on the bark of a graying tree.
Maybe it's a grain
from an old footprint
on a silver beach.
Maybe it's the eroding lead
from a pencilled love-note.
Maybe it's the blunt sparkle of a moonstone,
seen through frosted glass.
Maybe it's the last raindrop in a monsoon puddle,
about to evaporate.
Maybe it's your voice,
still alive,
from another world.
Maybe it's a little dark corner
of a forgotten dream.
Maybe it's a thinning strand
from a satin drawstring.
Maybe it's gum, cracking
on the bark of a graying tree.
Maybe it's a grain
from an old footprint
on a silver beach.
Maybe it's the eroding lead
from a pencilled love-note.
Maybe it's the blunt sparkle of a moonstone,
seen through frosted glass.
Maybe it's the last raindrop in a monsoon puddle,
about to evaporate.
Maybe it's your voice,
still alive,
from another world.
9 comments:
Rings as beautiful... but abstract to the unintelligent like me :)
Keep going...
or whisper of a wingless bird from within a weathered ribcage...
beautiful song..
Beautiful...
Sowmya, whatever beauty you see here is that which is reflected from the reader.
Sahyadri, I too am seeing it like a song now!
Tinker, thanks a million...
Transported me to a different world!
Tasneem, look around... it may be a world you know. Good to see you here!
another world?
listen..may be its here only...
Very neat. I could almost hear it :)
Dear KR, like you and I said, maybe.
Riddhi, thanks... keep dropping by.
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