Thousand years from now,
When we meet,
In a different world
Under a different sky
Painted in my mind’s deepest hues
Red and purple…and psychedelic blues,
You shall find me
…Waiting
…by a sycamore tree.
Iridescent dreams
In a halo around my head,
eloquent in my eyes
thousand years of silence.
And extended toward you
A hand full of soft and thick love.
Today let us part
For this mundane world
Will not let us die in love!
A glance, a smile, a touch
To last us a thousand years
Till we meet again
In a different world
Under a different sky!
Monday, August 06, 2007
A Promise.
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11 comments:
Good one, babe! Made me very nostalgic. I actually sat back to think about my own...well you know what. Very good. I can't put any more words into this to express my feelings. I thank you for this piece.
Give the poem a name, though.
The love shows! Brilliant!
Uffffffff!!! parinaaa!!!:P but tui barbar death k niye ashish keno bolto??? uttorta jani oboshho! Jaihok, nice nice!!!:)
very nice...
i believe death is a part of life and this poem rooted my belief even more deeply into my heart
great work!
B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L !
words fail me...Shakespeare wud have been proud of this!
these are now reasons to go on, eh?
love it............
I love how this one is so full of hope... I think that we need more of these :)
'...Waiting
…by a sycamore tree.
Iridescent dreams
In a halo around my head...'
Such beautiful lines!
@Arvind-thanks Arvind.I am pathetic when it comes to naming things.
@indranil-thanksssss.:-)
@sree-hehe.
@little boxes-thanks. yes death is a part of life.the climax.
@Rachit-hell no! bless his soul.he might be turning in his grave right now for all you know.
@darkling-thank you.:-)
@princess-thank you:-)
@anurima-thankuu.:-)
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