The lightning strikes the lighthouse again
Tiny rivulets of that ianthine light set the water burning
And she sits lonely by the sea shore, cross legged on the sand.
Life’s just a great design,
It doesn’t strain to grow, it’s effortless
Flows like the backwaters of Alleppuzha
Sometimes grey, sometimes green
Feels like the darkness of the night sky
Without it you wouldn’t see the stars
Invisible clouds of the horizon, the sepia twilight...
They say perspective is everything
She doesnt agree, just look about you and around you
Whatever you see is just the tip of the iceberg
Whether it’s death metal or the sweetest music of the flute
Whether it’s hip hop or her expressive eyes of bharatnatyam
Whether it’s in the low murmurs of the waters of ‘teesta’
Her everlasting seasons of loneliness or longing for solitude
The lightning strikes yet again
She sits lonely by the sea shore, cross legged on the sand
Memories get eclipsed with the key notes of her seldom played guitar
Her indomitable spirit strikes back,
Used to victory, but it has never tasted sweeter...
Amazed with the revelations, amazed at herself
She finally smiles...
This is interestingly deep.. nice one.. I have not read you before here, you should write more
ReplyDeletethnx........ act dis s my frst try at any sort f creativ writing..... :D
ReplyDeleteas i said before..its too good :) u should write more indeed
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