Between the stars and blades of grass
You lie down like a magic wand
A glittering tower of light
At dusk you were a ship loaded with emerald and cobalt pearls
Wavering and simmering in the eastern wind
The dogged morning comes
You are the face of an ocean where I can drown endlessly
In my burning boats of thousand defeats
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The crisp sunshine of the winters reminds me of a game we played during our childhood days
Of concentric circles
Circles within circles almost emerging haphazardly and endlessly around an incipient core
Finally there was a design of endless lines – curving and bending
Illuminating our eyes with a strange light
Oh! Crispy sunshine
Come have a cup of tea and biscuits with us
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I walk down the woods immersed in fresh bags of fog
In search of memorabilia and amulets left behind by ancient travelers
Invisibility of a winter morning making my task almost impossible to proceed
I walk as if blindfolded losing my way in this vaporous maze
Losing my way I saunter near a row of trees devoid of leaves on its twigs
Barring a few yellowed leaves here and there
Besides which I find heaps of iron scrapings made out of crumbled ships and deluxe cars
Is it the end of the world where I have reached
A few more miles and I will float into infinite space?
dear sabarna, of all the first one is the shining dew drop for me. well done. regards, sk.
Nice poem