Friday, July 12, 2013

Quand le vie devient priere...

Some times
life
Becomes
She
A prayer...
And a prayer she becomes so
That
Songs like Michael slow
Transmute one
To pure
Ashine...
A sparkle
Of a diamond carat not measured though...
A refraction so absolute
Complete
Internal
Internalised,

Sometimes
Life comes to kiss life thus
And she also turns
She
Bright
Ashine,

When life becomes such
A prayer conjoined threaded
Unthreaded sure
Happens...

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