Like a nomad
She wanders in all my dreams
Living with a fiery passion
In this exuberant world
Her touch thrills life into flowers
Her trailing skirt
Sweeps the whirl of a Sufi’s dance
Distraught over nothing
She lives amongst the stars
She sees through my eyes
She hears through my ears
She weaves words in my mind
And her joy sets them to music.
Music- which echoes from worlds
I never knew existed
Single and alone
In this stillness
This lady with deep eyes
Is a vision to behold.
A lonely blossom-On the stem of love
posted by Anil Shenoy at 3:05 PM
2 Comments:
Wow Anil... U sure have a terrific sense of Rhyme! Am really amazed at how easily verse comes to you... u do have the knack of writing in such a manner that it strikes a chord with the reader somewhere! its been half an hour since i read the 1st article and i can still sense the words resonating within... now THAT kind of a effect does take a lot of talent...
If u dont mind I would like to place a link to your blog at my site...
I am glad that you liked my work...if you feel it appropriate to link my works in your blog, then please feel free to do so...thanks for your comments too- its nice to know my obscure work is being appreciated...will look forward to your comments...
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