Tuesday, May 31, 2011


The soul floats on a mellow afternoon.

To a deserted by lane, in some city of dreams.

A whiff of a meal just consumed in a modest home.

The aromas of spices fill the air......

Somewhere across the river bed,

A tune long forgotten entwined with dreams.

A blind vagabond playing the flute.

Sad yet soulful eyes with no light in them

A beggar woman tired and hungry

We know each other from somewhere..sometime...

A greeting exchanged

The eyes have it, some many answers.

The soul moves on to someplace else....

A child sleeps peacefully, alongside her mother.

A beautiful smile playing on her lips.

As she weaves her dreams in finest silken thread.

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