Monday, September 01, 2008

The peacock it sung,

Over the borders of mud terrace

Droplets fell blooming and falling

Leaving the streams over tender face


Bees flew fluttering little feathers

Into the winds the buzzing little hearts hung

Droplets fell blooming and falling

trembling streaks over tender face


Chimes from the temple

So distant and faraway

Come whisking to this night like

Like dawn stretching out in her own little ways


Awaken to this light,

Some one sang to me, awaken into the night

For what you see,

awaken to tenderness, of the naked sight, she said

Awaken to the sizzling bubbles that lie before thee

2 comments:

Praharsh Pandey said...
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Praharsh Pandey said...

hail swastika .....
and hail him above the swastika ......and hail everyone besides it .......to it we bow and to it we are ....



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