(thoughts by a legend,reworded by me)
Those days when you had strolled into my life....
Life had livened up at your gracious advent,the seasons so sensuously clad....pathways were invitations that destinations had dished out....the flora around stood in wait,arms widespread,to drape me with the shawls of their comforting canopy...the dusk used to usher in a constellation of smiling stars,twinkling and amusing.the cool zephyr redolent with divine ballads used to caress and pass by,
The night sky was a lagoon of aqueous emerald where the moon blossomed daily and buoyed along to kiss the brims of my heart.....those days when you had strolled into my life...
....Tears have effaced the hues of desire....all innocent prediliction faded into lassitude.
YET the heart weaves dreams of union-aspires to conjure wreaths from pining wretches....
Seems like eons now that life has been a dismal drudge but a nook inside believes that there’s still a glimmer in the dark....name it ‘grit’ or simply ‘whimsical obstinacy’....
....HOPES have been incinerated to ashes yet there is some flame lurking in the remains....
Life had livened up at your gracious advent,the seasons so sensuously clad....pathways were invitations that destinations had dished out....the flora around stood in wait,arms widespread,to drape me with the shawls of their comforting canopy...the dusk used to usher in a constellation of smiling stars,twinkling and amusing.the cool zephyr redolent with divine ballads used to caress and pass by,
The night sky was a lagoon of aqueous emerald where the moon blossomed daily and buoyed along to kiss the brims of my heart.....those days when you had strolled into my life...
....Tears have effaced the hues of desire....all innocent prediliction faded into lassitude.
YET the heart weaves dreams of union-aspires to conjure wreaths from pining wretches....
Seems like eons now that life has been a dismal drudge but a nook inside believes that there’s still a glimmer in the dark....name it ‘grit’ or simply ‘whimsical obstinacy’....
....HOPES have been incinerated to ashes yet there is some flame lurking in the remains....
“Aapki yaad kaise aayegi? aap ye kyon samajh na pate hain?...yaad to unki aati hai hum kabhi jinko bhul jaate hai”
Javed Akhtar
Javed Akhtar
4 comments:
your words invoke feelings...
its a lamenting season it seems... hehe....anyways.. chck out my blog.. a new entry added
You steal the emotions from my soul and put them into words... Wow...
nice put in thoughts
genuine :)
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