Monday, December 24, 2012

some more...

The evening
gets into a trance
with the beauty of
wandering white clouds.
And without looking at
the nest of colours
that the sun makes
in the disappearing sky,
the moon-flower blossoms
as bright white light...

,..

An unwritten story
is wandering
amidst the
written stories...

,..

A word's journey
starts in its meaning
and ends
with its interpretation...

,..

1 comment:

vetri said...

Very nice.. and your choice of titles too wonderful.. :)