Thursday, December 16, 2010

Winter winds.

Mischiefs in the surrounds, winter wind told me the story I have heard long ago.
Sun becomes recital and every ray becomes reciting the old tale.
Distances call from far, all the awaiting dispersed in the shiver.

Sitting against fire, Still I am cold, Warmth is neither felt nor ignored.
Games of dark and light, Oh this, vicinity and aloofness.
Winter winds telling me the tale, I have heard long ago.

Every moment elapsed looking for another one, every moment of gaining and loosing.
Making a little mark, on my heart, each of those moments faded…
Again, this winter wind is telling me the tale, I have heard long ago.


~Close up:
"REVENGE IS THE PUREST EMOTION"
Mahabharat.
(Image is from Flickr, Phillip Klinger)

6 comments:

  1. what was in mind while writing this ?
    -Rashmi.

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  2. hee hee :-) the Winter wind...wht else ?

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  3. Hi swathi.. its very nice... very well written.. :)

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  4. are...wa...bahut khoob..

    but you need to write an encounter with everything in life as well sometime :)...

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  5. Rajeswari honey...If life chanced, would love to. thanks a ton for dropping by. :-)

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