From the remains
She gathers the
fractured dreams
once she lost
some where in the
Mournful afternoon’s Veranda.
She repeatedly sees
someone peeping at her
in her sleep
The dream stretches till the river
and spreads its colours
in thousand alleys on the way.
Death takes rest in the riverbed
She searches the language of death
in her dreams.
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ooooooooooo! thats such a nice one. a wonderful collage...
love you muaaaaaaaaaaaaah
the movement is quite amazing...effortlessly, it moves back and forth and still manages to claim a centre ...
Thanks Ananya, so precise and effortlessly you have captured the essence I was unaware of. Ananya is a very nice name...
love you bunny...
but how will people know that this poem is written for me :(
Thanks Dustin for stopping by...
ur poems are wonderful.
thanks 4 sharing....
Thanks Kai (if I can callyou so) for dropping in here...
I hope you will come again...
I am sorry Kai...am not able to get in side your comment box...
there may be a problem wth my system...
I enjoyed most of your poems...
well said - I really enjoyed it
thanks Andrew...
Excellent poem!!!
Thank you Pat (If I can call you so)...
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