Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Under the vast expanse


Under
The vast expanse
There’s lot
Of space
To dwell together
Under
The shade of sun
We
Can feel
The love together
Under
The wandering clouds
We
Can look up
In hope of rain
Together
Under
The star-lit stretch
We
Can catch the fireflies
Together.
Under
The folds of heart
There is lot
That holds us back
From being
Together.

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