For a mere glance
Escaping from the bed of roses went around
And caged a millions worth red,
The serene smell of roses all the way
Led to a place called heaven…
For a mere glance
Caged two lives dreaming new,
For a mere glance
It was you…
Looked up to the moon
The clouds embracing what they hide
What’s their worth,
Saw in halo’s flute as they danced,
Clouds made way for the moon to shy,
Looked up to the moon,
Looked up to the stars too,
I Looked up
And it was you…
Floated following the raindrops’ trail
And met a stream of smile
Some dreams, some feelings for a while,
Along came two spoonful of sea,
Floated a bed of roses and I slept and dreamt,
Someone played the flute,
I dreamt a heaven
And it was you…
The chest opened and closed
And the serene smell and the flute are there still;
For all I feel are
Two empty hands and few moments of worthless history…
Penned some words again and again
And remains came through,
Shed some tears
And they are,
And they will be…you...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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1 comment:
..too direct..i missed the meaning entirely..but i guess thats the beauty of poetry..!!
..keep up the good work..!!
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