Stairways shake,
Little feet
Run unleashed.
Work & worry
Locked away,
Farewells bidden,
Ways part.
Fallen mangoes
Lie unpicked.
Hope reconciles
Drained souls.
Grumpy faces
Display cheer;
Festoons flutter,
Shoppers surface,
Evening smiles...
Dusk fades,
Last bus
Empties out,
Dogs laze
Under lamp-lit corners.
Bag lighter,
Heart easier,
I stroll home.
About Me
- musafir
- "A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love, indifference, and dislike; also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forebears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come." Possession by A.S. Byatt
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4 comments:
"Hope reconciles
Drained souls"
Beautiful..
"Work & worry
Locked away,
Farewells bidden,
Ways part."
Liked these lines a lot and thats the way it should be.
samudraa & catch22: Thanks.
Dusk fades,
Last bus
Empties out,
Hope reconciles
Drained souls.
Little feet
Run unleashed.
LOVELY LINES....pure....
awesome...one.
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