Sunday, August 22, 2010

A poem in search of a muse;)

Beyond the
bland stare of
stone eyes,
which notice nothing,
are those,
which came so close
to see , beyond me
see what all exists
after the first peel.

with shimmering ecstasy,
on sight of falling leaves,
the first stroke of yellow
on ground.
Shapes clouds,
and dances amidst
the colors of the sky,
after each rain,
but also before that.

with moist hurt of long wait,
and helpless anger
for a friend,
who never came.

close to my heart,
whispers, feel safe,
not be afraid,
I'm there, ever
for you!

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