Words as they flow,
Fingers apart
Time they reek of
Near and Far!
Wind, as it blows,
Memories of a faded past
Promise of hope that lasts
Like words, eternal stars.
Sunset and Sunrise
Mellow and bright lights
Words, they always shine
Like wind on tired eyes.
Touch of fading light
Glinting on tattered spines
Or shining on yellowed pages
Breathing of days, close and past.
Like the tinge of Lemon
Or the soothing Grass
Or good old Jazz
Which I hold dear to Heart.
This post is dedicated to Pravesh Parekh, who wrote this as much as I did, in fact more thanI did and is a major reason of why this blog exists.
He maintains an excellent blog himself named Requiem For a Lost Soul which can be found here: http://requiem-for-a-lost-soul.blogspot.in/
Truly brilliant, with no jitters... Only continuity of thought. It has a bit of the Romantics, and is a delightful read. Thank you.
ReplyDelete-Grass
The smoldering Lemon
ReplyDeleteThe whimsical Grass
The nocturnal Jazz
Would seize to remain in their entirety, a soul that wouldn't crave and still be blind
If Solace hadn't found its way to them
Infinitely and irrevocable that bond remains
Not one to pall and part in dismay
Mark my words,
It's here to stay...
-Jazz