Friday, August 14, 2009

piling up dishevelled hours

it's almost five in the morning. the breeze on my face feels so good....soothing my senses. i can see the trees outside my window-sill, quivering... soon the orange marmalade of the sun will spill over & drench all the earthly beings. the little drizzle is adding to the beauty of the prussiant blue sky. i can almost visualise the golden streaks coming down through the scattered grey of the clouds.... sometimes in the quiet of the night,a stillness envelopes me & i can feel a resonating calmness ..devouring me..slowly..very slowly.. till the moment... i become "comfortably numb". .. ... ....

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