Trusting my instincts
about everything
beyond myths and realities
fears of vulnerability and
the shadowed perceptions.
...about everything
beyond judgements,
the unsaid and unheard
the beginnings and endings.
...about everything
beyond the scarlet fumes,
the cloaks and masks.
the unanswered prayers.
Beneath the luminosity of stars
The veiled desires surrender
to the careless whispers
and dreams of eternity..
~~payal~~
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" Desire itself is movement
ReplyDeletenot in itself desirable,,
love is itself unmoving
only the cause and end of movement,
timeless and undesiring...
T.S.Eliot
( you remind me of Four Quarters )
Beautiful lines dada..thank u..I'll definitely read Four Quarters soon..!
DeleteHehe no wonder i was also thinking about this phrase " veiled desires"..:P
ReplyDeletereally? sounds good :)
DeleteEverything flows from that first line . . . "Trusting my instincts" to look beyond and into all else. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much..:)
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