Tuesday, March 20, 2012

This morning; 20th March 2012

For romance and death
Its something when your smile light up the skies
For her no blue Iris,no morning star, no cry
Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

For romance and death
When a dance of light in front of my eyes
The swirling patterns of light in hers, the infinite extension,
Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

For romance and death
This love, just mine, the endless endlessness,
Just hers, the absolute motionlessness, beyond change,
Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

For romance and death
Our cycle of existence, reality, isn't this,both of us
A contest but the doorway; I wet my eyes, a little prayer and lonesome goodbyes Into thanks, and a silence in which
Another voice may speak

(Depicting this Irony that life is! For the perfect morning wasn't perfect anymore. Today I really miss you Daadi/Mataji, Smt. Susheela Devi!#RIP)

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