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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

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The night continues,
till it could not get any darker,
and then begins greying, 
ready to break into another inconsequential day.
Something continues along,
through the beaming darkness,
sometimes scuttled,
and sometimes relaxed,
to break into another significant silence…

There is a sweetness in conversations,
that accompany the night’s journey,
in the initial hurry to keep pace with the night,
and the deliberate dragging to postpone the dawn,
in the childlike quandary,
whether to conclude in the morning, or pretend it never came,
in the thousand splendid smiles,
that hid behind the inky air,
in the few that caught the eyes,
with the darkness acquired vision…

There is a sense of high in conversations,
that accompany the night’s journey,
in the knowledge that sleep does osculate the other's eyes,
in their apparent attempt to not draw the brakes, 
in the shared longing,


for the rendezvous to last… 

4 comments:

dr.suneetha said...

too beautiful... missing such conversations.... :-(

nincompoop-aka-charu said...

me too!

dissociatedprenihilist said...

You surprise me every time with your ability to visualise and bring to life those sensitivities which normally cannot be articulated, without expounding too much, preserving their charm. Brilliant writing!

nincompoop-aka-charu said...

thank you! humbled as always!