Swans dancing into the streets
Celebrating life, the life which thrive
Pieces of diamonds
Falling from the sky
In the wee hours, empty getting sky
The wind whirls, and swirls
Laughing little girls
Playing down the riverside
Exchanging words with unsaid forces
Called the silence of them children
One shall bid them farewell
One who works alone and never ceases to amaze
On the bay, who never rides the psyche?
Inside His secluded, spinning dreams
Of the everlasting dusk under the belt of the moon
-Rahul
22.06.2009
6 comments:
Rahul,
The imagery here takes the reader to a different place. Like this one a lot!!
-Alex
Yes, as Alexandra put it, this is one is quite... deceiving (if I may). You see, as I read this, my mind started imagining something else entirely, I had to pat myself, "Hold it! Go back, read it again", I said to myself.
This is quite gripping. Great job! Keep writing!!!
@ Alexandra
Thank you for stopping by and commenting on this piece.
I am glad you think this way.
@ Brosreview
Thanx brother! These words coming from you, means a lot to me.
Thank you so much!
@ Brosreview
You completely nailed it! It is quite deceiving. I feel so good for it served the purpose!
Yes I missed the message too, after reading the comments went back and read it again...
"the everlasting dusk under the belt of moon"... simply stunning...
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