Falling leaves
A crisp thought.
How does it feel?
Close your eyes and you could go anywhere.
In touch with the present and knowledge.
Waiting in the lobby,
Tensed fingers,
Curled up like knotted weeds,
Shallow and fast breaths.
Present and future,
A dream for its sake,
The cool breeze flowing through your fingers,
Destination or an encounter?
Drive me away, far away,
Where nature isn’t just a word.
Where beauty co-exists with man,
And not physically.
Wouldn’t you cross over, my dear?
A deserved choice,
A deserved chance,
This present can be anything.
A crisp thought.
How does it feel?
Close your eyes and you could go anywhere.
In touch with the present and knowledge.
Waiting in the lobby,
Tensed fingers,
Curled up like knotted weeds,
Shallow and fast breaths.
Present and future,
A dream for its sake,
The cool breeze flowing through your fingers,
Destination or an encounter?
Drive me away, far away,
Where nature isn’t just a word.
Where beauty co-exists with man,
And not physically.
Wouldn’t you cross over, my dear?
A deserved choice,
A deserved chance,
This present can be anything.
:)
ReplyDeleteCurled up like knotted weeds... a visually rich comparison(simile?).
ReplyDelete-Cindu.
"A dream for its sake"
ReplyDelete"Destination or an encounter?"
An interesting thought and put forth very well :)
Write, Sush, write!
Dear Susmitha, Keep it up. Why did you stop?
ReplyDeleteKalpakam Patti