Saturday, June 1, 2013

not being wasteful...on such a day...

'this beautiful afternoon
of
this day...
which had a glorious rise
of the Sun...
how can
it to a wasteful turn?'

he thought
looking at the passage
of a day...
warm...
loving the same...
the same love
that binds...
that chimes...
that touches...
that emancipates...
that sublimates...
that causes deaths...
and rebirths...

and
he thought of her...

'is she also feeling the same?
hasn't she smelt the pollen grains
non allergic?
has she not seen the beauty yet?
of a day...
the passage...
the roads...
the streets...
the lanes...
the alleys...
the silk route
to a music...
as inceived...
as conceived as well...
as derived...
and given easily away...
for only happiness
as married with the calm...
as the softest purest balm...
a sleepy life...
kept precious...
bright...
only for more of Light...
and more of dark...
so that more sparks develop...'

he thought...
his ways...
thoughts getting added with Love...
and with Hope...
and with God...

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