Thursday, August 5, 2010


It is true from ink marks to infinite horizon
I searched alone in a mind curious
to know about the ultimate point
where sorrows cease
to capture its penultimate rhythm
And on the day I found a light bright
enough for my soul to sparkle
I forgot about clouds and sunset
and all waters flown around me in rivers
And very close to my origin in one seashore
I sat and a listened a song
played on the strings of my veena
and in night I slept right
on my amber dreams
and earth turned around
me in orange fire
where all sorrows
withered weightless
like soft feathers..

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