14th August'05
When the sun goes down..
..and the birds are back in 'bodes...
And when the sky of the dusk doesn't darken..
..but glows, redder and redder............................................................
I hold in my hand..
................................a li'l diya...
...a shimmering, glimmering, flickering flame..
...an ode to the sindoori beauty, night.
She peeps through her bridal finery and then again shies away..
She's quiet, doesn't speak.... but her breathing gives her away....
She pulls her dupatta all over herself, yet again...and gets lost in her thoughts..
She waits with faith, counting the stars she adorns...
She waits..
...........She waits..
....................She waits..
motionless....noiseless.....just so quiet........
But just as the dawn breaks....
.............she whispers........."why?"
1 comment:
hmm .. wait .. thats the essence of Life
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