Meeting Notes...
Published by Aakarsh under Verses on Tuesday, September 02, 2008Dipping my pen of thoughts,
in the dark ink of the night...
I hoped to write few tales of life...
on the bright white pages of the day.
But the orange embers of the dusk burnt all my stories.
what remain are few ashes, of empty words,
which shall lose their meaning,
once they helplessly drown in the rain tonight.
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Lets get rid of this habit we have every morning,
the habit of reading news paper... with morning coffee.
Coffee and Blood don't go well together...
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Every night when I wait to see it,
all it does is just peeping from the veil of darkness.
Am I the mirror between my soul and the moon?
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2 comments:
:) It always makes me :) when you write like this. Such a long time since you wrote this way ...
keep going.
Enjoyable verses after a long time.
By the way:
"Am I the mirror between my soul and the moon?"
which way is the mirror facing? :)
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