...............

the morning light 

confesses in feeble tones , 

meekly failing to cleanse my mind 

of your thoughts,

pleasing to my senses

as the convectional rain 

of hot summer days...

those eyes which once 

dispersed a block of ice 

into a solid rainbow 

now lie behind 

the horizons of time ..

i tire , stretching my hands 

in mute despair 

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

as serah said...so very poignant vivekanand...seems straight from the heart...wonderful...wonderful write...

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. brilliantly poignant, dear V. ... it is important for us to know how intensely we love so that we can know ourselves ... sometimes, the object of our affection is not the soul mate ... sometimes, it is ... but whatever the case ... we find out how intensely we can love someone ...