Wednesday, 22 June 2011

CLOUDS


Dawn breaking through,
the moving clouds..
Sun peeping in lustrously,
glazing on the panes..
Moving to glimpse it,
make me fervor..
My lips asunder at,
the aesthetic nature..
Clouds move past,
Nuzzling against me..
As i close my eyes,
to feel the bliss..
I realise they were,
like moving fantasies..
for no more am i in rapture,
moving in enigma..
Have gone past me,
renouncing me alone..

5 comments:

  1. some times it does pain coming out from fantasies....

    cheer up...:))

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  2. hi deepa nice blog ,expect more ,best of luck

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  3. Thanx a lot Irfanuddin & Political Dinosaur :)

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