The life as seen from the terrace...
Is violet from above...
Shady skies with no trace of moon...
Clouds taking the shapes of foam...
With some lights and thunders...
At regular intervals...
And the lights of the city...
Dancing in front of me calling my name...
But I stand there at the top of the world above all...
Absolute silence...
But I hear the muzic flowing through my veins...
And the tall coconut tree in the front...
Dancing in mood with the winds gushing through the huge leaves...
The smell o' the rain, earth and wind enchants the entire scene...
And there I stand totally drenched...
Allowing the rain to pierce through me...
Holding my arms wide...
Holding her hand... in my hand...
Though she ain't here...
Holding her tight to me...
Smelling her aroma and looking into her eyes...
Her eyes totally drenched...
And then I put my lips on her...
And I say, You have painted my life with color...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment