The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

A Rainy Evening in Rome

Silver teardrops dancing on glass
A necklace of pearls, broken, beads
Falling from the sky, giving comfort,
Giving grace
A rainy evening in Rome
But it could be any other place
For our world is but a pearl
In the galaxy of precious gems
And the moment captured for the mind’s eye
To transform belongs to all
Although gone forever, like a lover’s kiss
The sweet intensity lingering on the pearly lips
Even in the veil of silvery loneliness
When he’s gone.. when all that I hear
Is the rain..

1 comment:

PradeepK said...

Beautiful poem enjoyed it very much
Thank you....:)