Of Solitude-
that aloneness in a
Lost space of time;
Dwarfed by thoughts
magnified in that
sensitivity
Washed over by waves
of satisfaction
at your creation…
Swathed in gossamer
dreams,
and brilliant hopes.
In that temporary
archive, is a niche
I always wanted to
make my own.
15 April, ’84
July 4, 2008 at 5:54 pm
Dates don’t matter ,because after a phase and being born with a class every little awareness falls into place when someone like you weave brilliance in forms of poetry.This one is really extra ordinary.
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July 4, 2008 at 6:13 pm
So very beautiful! That start! And then:In that temporaryarchive, is a nicheI always wanted tomake my own.Echo Soumya here, had been here in the morning, I looked at the dates and was plainly stunned. Now I have retrieved myself a bit, so I am writing. Bless you!Reminds me of something I had written of solitude for Venkat’s punct at will, yours is a marvel 🙂
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July 13, 2008 at 3:10 am
magical!! truly…! period.
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October 24, 2008 at 1:17 pm
Soumya and Rukhiya, ah yes, the date 🙂 Even for that you two come up with such endearing ways to make it so very very pleasurable to read and soak in the warmth of the words!Thanks :)Sash… you’re the princess with the magic:)
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