BROKEN TO STITCHED TO OPEN...AN IMAGE!!
COFFEE IS BREWING,
FEELINGS ARE GROWING..
LONG GONE THE SIREN CASCADE!!
LONG GONE THOSE RAINY DAYS!!!!
FRESHNESS IS THE AROMA,
FRESHNESS IS THE CHANGE IN ME..
WHITE,WITH A GOLDEN LINNING CUP,
IN MY HAND.
DARK,WITH A GOLDEN LINNING CLOUD,
HERE TO STAND.
PIEGONS AROUND ME,
WHILE I LAZE AROUND IN MY BALCONY...
WITH A BOOK OPEN ON MY LAP,
I VISUALISE AN IMAGINARY MAP..................
"HOW LONG WII IT LAST?"
THAT'S WHAT I ASK..
"HOW FAR IS MY DESTINATION?"
THE MAP VANISHES,
INTO THE THIN AIR OF IMAGINATION!!!
A REFLECTION INFRONT OF ME,
I GAZE!!!!!!!
REFLECTING ON A BROKEN MIRROR,
THE IMAGE FADES!!!!!
posted by Anjalika at 2:36 AM
11 Comments:
hmm...freshness is sure in d air...n it will remain so till u want them to be...n destination aint too far
girl in d pic looks cool...full of attitude ;)
so have another cup of coffee...n enjoy
A lot can happen over coffee! :)
DESPARADO..
yeah...even if u want certain things to remain persistent...they sometimes dn't..u see god n destiny has a weird sense of humour...n then not to forget there's smthin called..."morphey's law"
coffee..i'm an addcit
3-4 mugs of BLACK coffee..in a day
beat tht
MIRAGE...
coffee...lol
how bout choppin of my hair again...
jst kiddin..dn't get tensed now..
:)
are all of these original pieces of art?
i like them, a lot
nice work
BLOG THIS..
well,all the poems are original...n all the art work r my taste,esp the one tht i jst posted...more like my self..lol
incase..u want the url-it's
(deviantart.com)..
thnks a lot for droppin by..
I miss pigeons in ma balcony...my pet cat once jumped on the sparrows taht came in and she had a nice snacks taht evening :(
Btw, nice poem....lemme go and have a cup of hot coffee now
ARZ000N..
thnks for appreciatin...
i like cats..infact i wud prefer to have one than to have piegons of no cost in my balcony..
they make such irritatin noise...n they r highly brainless...imagine,tryin to fly straight,but hits the wing of a stationary fan..n plop..thuk...goes the piegon right on the floor...fallin
i mean...if she was flyin straight,cudn't she see the fan in between...hahahaha
btw,how u doin...sry,cn't browse trough ur blog..been bsy for quite some time n i really miss those jokes...thr savin grace on my dreadful day...anytime..ur jokes,n the miracles work in coolin me off
i swear!!!
good to see you recovering, or atleast wishing to :)
gr8 poem anjalika.
Gud tht the moods changed. And keep it fresh & happy only.
as fresh as the mornin breeze & as happy as the full moon ;) .
tc .
PUNEET..
recoverin...
hmmm...
frm being a nut..
(have u seen the film,"one flew over the cukoo's nest.")..'NUT' is frm there..
anyways thnks..
ANUJ..
well,i guess,i'm tired too of being the way i was,eventhough i'm still left with some of the pendin poems written in the past...lol...
thnks for the concern...it's more thoughtful than being appreciated for my writting..
thnk u
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