Come,
Be with me
For a while
Till the time
I breathe this breath
In this very moment,
Pure and ecstatic
Words seem to be buried
In eternal oblivion
To seek freedom..
Neither the Sun nor the moon I need
To fill in the empty spaces
'spaces create differences'
Let the rain
Wash away the dust
That has settled on the leaves
In these vacant places
Oh Please! Let it rain..!
~~payal~~
For a while
Till the time
I breathe this breath
In this very moment,
Pure and ecstatic
Words seem to be buried
In eternal oblivion
To seek freedom..
Neither the Sun nor the moon I need
To fill in the empty spaces
'spaces create differences'
Let the rain
Wash away the dust
That has settled on the leaves
In these vacant places
Oh Please! Let it rain..!
~~payal~~
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'spaces create differences' rightly said dear..
ReplyDeleteWords buried in Oblivion ! Silence !
ReplyDeleteOnly silence with rain tasting like Tears......Salty.
Marvellous!
Quoting a favourite poetess of mine here, with your due permission:
ReplyDelete"Silence is suffocating. Let the words breathe between the spaces..."
Need I say more di???
Its been more than a year and you remember these words still!Thanks!!:)
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