Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Another Sky


Here is another sky
One different from the city I come;
Its vastness that of a canvas
Painted with twilight hues;
Its thin light spread over barren silent fields
And gleaming silver water;
Its willowy ropes of mist
Glide the lake and mountain peak alike;
Its splintering cold and stillness resonated
In all I could see;
Yet ironically its stillness –
Reverberates the spirit in me;
Its coldness –
Spawns warmth in me;
Its balmy wind, the singing insects and the,
Cheeping sparrows –
Lit my deferred dreams –
As the last bit of dusk ebbed giving way to the dawn
Whence drifted my thoughts back to thunders of my world –
But oh – I wish and I wish
That one day I could call home - the
Orphaned boat by the lake.








3 comments:

  1. The picture is truly awesome :)

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  2. Nice! Vivid descriptions. But yes, we don't have 'cheeping' sparrows in India. Only the people are cheap. :)

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  3. I want to live in there :-)

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