Fire
Trapped between them.
In their sheer passion
Heat that was inexplicable
The checkered paths
Full of ambiguous surrenders
And victims they were
To what seemed like a never ending bonanza of life
Was there poetry in grief?
They wondered
Was there rhythm in disbelief
They walked.
Was there a craft in design?
They created.
Surreal and blue
Like a sky tinged with ginger and lemon
Beautiful and difficult
To learn and conceive
They stood their ground
Effortless and patient
Till the turn of the century
Waited
For them to be liberated
In love..through music
Divine and pure.
For them
It never happened
It ended
Abruptly yet in harmony.
7 comments:
abruptly yet in harmony...wow, the best closure ever...
There is fire in your words...and msuic in your style...get a publisher soon...or i will find you one
So much that poem speaks sharan...so much...sighhh...you weave magic...
...and yet again, i love you :)
Lovely...evocative...sensitive...beautiful...all extensions of you..
they stood their grounds,
effort killing them,
and patience exhausted.
heard mumma say,
"this too, shall pass."
and so it did.
abruptly, yet in harmony.
Such eloquence in style...and simplicity in thought...will keep an eye on your blog
Loved the trail of thought...it was very sharanya.....wonderful
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