The dawn slowly arrives…
Slowly with bhairav
Majestic in its dignity
Slow yet graceful in poise…
The early riser greets the Ganges…
While the strains of ajaan…
Waft in from the distance…
While most of the rest sleep on…
I lie awake looking for words…
Searching the soul of the morning breeze…
Looking for someone to share this with…
Nervous…Afraid…Happy…Hopeful…
The wizard plays his tabla…
And, the guitar joins him…
While the flute gently caresses
And, the piano takes it all in…
And, I stand silent…
Watching you dance…
Beautiful…far away…but it matters not…
For I know, you will save the last dance for me.
7 comments:
Music in your words...
The last dance waits and then she asks.
"Shall we dance?"...
one word: perfect!
its as usual a really good piece. :D
dare i whiff a note of optimism in the ritayan's post. if i am right, congratulations dude..nothing in this world comes cheap..so enjoy it while you can!
"The early riser greets the Ganges…
While the strains of ajaan…
Waft in from the distance…
While most of the rest sleep on…" i donno what to say...it weaves magic...its so...so delicate that it might be a fragile bubble in the air...just there for a few moments...that thought....its like that tingling morning breeze...i love it...keep writing
wonderful...i always think twice before commenting on your poems...i fall short of words...eke vocabulary isnt that awesome...taropor..you right like...hats off...
a really wonderful post..
i love the description of the morning...!!after many days i am reading something which actually conjures an image in your mind:)
excellent........you outclass yourself in every succeeding verse.... this is just so gud..amazingly musical :)
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