Far away

P.C :- Edward William Cooke, Venice, A November Evening in the Lagoon (1859) Far away land beckons, enigma of unseen and unknown intrigues, The patience of summer wears down and, Fragrance of sweat and labour bears down- The curious traveller travels on, without reasons- not caring for seasons. 37 words Acknowledgements :- Thank you Merril.... Continue Reading →

In the passing

Those letters opened, Have grown, From ink stains inscribed bright blue to pale yellow, Each letter strung amongst its pages holds a different meaning, Each time it's read, From ink stains inscribed bright blue to pale yellow, Of days spent in summers, Of winters breaking through misty eyes, Each letter strung amongst its pages holds... Continue Reading →

Facing backwards

I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming, facing backwards, The rustling of leaves, pause for a moment, Acknowledging mere rhythm of my dreams within, Capering like clouds, flitting between rainbows, I gasp to find a meaning; at the doorway, Only to be pushed backwards, Reality ushers, a deja vu nonetheless, Rustling... Continue Reading →

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