Trying to make sense…
Of the hazy world without glasses
And, understanding that beauty is…
Because it’s ugly otherwise
The beckoning of the faraway horizon
And the memories of an old friend
Drawing me back to an old snap
Forgotten between yellow pages…
The flying lampposts…
And, the cold milestones
Reminds me of a solace
In my distant past
As, I write into the sunset
Of yet another dawn of love
I remember you…my rain
And, the paintings on the heaven above
5 comments:
"And, understanding that beauty is…
Because it’s ugly otherwise" That's my Magic Man again...like i said,im absolutely in love with you...more so with your work....the beauty that you put into it...simple idyllic words...and a picture of serenity...there is a tone of calmness in these verses...an acceptance of life...that makes,if only a few moments, easier to live...love it...keep writing
this was a beauty.............basically "ugly made beautiful"...keep up the good work....
:) to rain.... miss it here in Delhi-NCR
was the solace really there?? n despite all the senseless pain,is it really dat ugly with the glasses on?
beauty...i love you for that line ...the stairway isn't broken, its there .. the heaven lies still.. just that .. tears have become meaningless for most of the times.. social needs... more meaningful... not actually...!! huh?
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