Sunday, 10 August 2008












The dust rose, once again.

The ashen shadow you traced,
Vaporised-
Into the folds of drunken darkness
And
The cloak fell upon you
One more time.

I edged my hand forth
To clasp you firm
And not let go.

The gale blew hard,
And I stumbled.
I caught the hem of your cloak,
But, slip away, it did.

I held open my fist,
To find the halo of night,
Sprinkled.

The dust rose, once again.

Mystic-
It blew all over
As night peaked its glory
Once again.

5 comments:

  1. That was good..
    sorry i have go through all your previous posts..
    wishes...
    MIP

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  2. amazing dear
    superb...
    loved it like nything...

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  3. Befittin to the picture! 'Love'ly. :)

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  4. Today I shall saturate to the extent possible in the wealth of the poetic medium you have laid out here. What beautiful imagery... what evocative words... what more could one ask for!!!

    Amazed, all over again!!!

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