That night sitting along the shore, gazing the embellishments of the sky, a single drop of salty water created ripples into its numerous reflections. Before dying into the sea it had a life of its own. A life of journey. Journey crafted by good, bad, sweet n sour memories. But there was something my restlessness was searching in that well knit silken cloth of life. Some loosen threads. Some untouched blubbers. Some unheard tears. Tears which were shed in the darkness of days n nights. Sound of whose echo, which was lost in the quarrels of my surroundings. It always tried to caress the essence which will fade away at the horizons. And that horizons which never existed. And that horizons which always existed in my illusioned eyes...
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
~ ILLUSION ~
That night sitting along the shore, gazing the embellishments of the sky, a single drop of salty water created ripples into its numerous reflections. Before dying into the sea it had a life of its own. A life of journey. Journey crafted by good, bad, sweet n sour memories. But there was something my restlessness was searching in that well knit silken cloth of life. Some loosen threads. Some untouched blubbers. Some unheard tears. Tears which were shed in the darkness of days n nights. Sound of whose echo, which was lost in the quarrels of my surroundings. It always tried to caress the essence which will fade away at the horizons. And that horizons which never existed. And that horizons which always existed in my illusioned eyes...
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2 comments:
i like the ideas and the way you wrote.a very good begining...
but they are bizzare and incomplete, you have not taken care of the logical sequence.i hope you have not completed this.
complete it fast but with same passion as you started it.
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