inscaped!

'Hola!
Inscaped?'
Asked Isabella...

Francesco was silent
as silent as a jar full of water
upto the brim...
the air which played so fair
with leaves... and Isabel's hair
made ripples on the topmost surface
of his jar...
full of water...
but she knew
deep inside
there was no move...
no blur...

'inscaped...is he not?'
Isabel asked mind of her...
for her mind knows
exact...
what inscape means...
an inward escape...
a plunge...

and she looked at the beauty of the sky...
the clouds white...
the marble sculpture of the park...
statues of poets,artists and philosophers...
they stood still...
silent...

they surely had jars
of water...
within them...

Isabella thought
and smiled...

a flower bloomed somewhere...
a kid laughed somewhere...
a skylark was flying high...up...in the blue...
a spanish guitar was strummed...somewhere...

'Hola...'
came within with an answer this time...