Saturday, October 16, 2010

He evokes in me...

The mystical music spinneth in me a myth

a dreamy stream seemingly gentle poundeth in me its fists

a mighty torrent rushing down in sheer abandon

so sweet is his melody for all else is forgotten



Dreams, whims - craved and cradled, swerved and lingered

steeples, spires, mosaics, tiles - ocher orange,vermilion red

frozen silver, coppery bronze surges teems, a canopy of ''doubts''

stationing itself in ''nimbo-stratus'' as are the sequined velvety cottony clouds



Parched is the Earth in pain

unquenchable is her sorrow albeit the sinuous rains

billowing bales, dizzying heights,ranting rage of the celestial skies

all in one divine diffused delight bringeth forth tears to her ''Kohl''d eyes...



Yet here she stands,stays,not wanting to quit, bidding her time

and waiting for the tide to turn and before the clock ticks and swipes with it the magical melancholy of those yet ''unsaid'' bits ...