Night accepts the invitation of another day with seldom seen alacrity.
And the quiescence of sleep rests tatterdemalion blue skies above.
Through many continents my words wander ……
hesitantly through centuries.
The ennui fabric of epithelial prologue
seeks way of eminent tomorrow.
8 comments:
That was damn good. Words do wander and stay as a print for the future read.
wonderful!!!
i feel like as m in some literature class, while reading that. lol..just pulling your leg :)
It was indeed very beautifully written.
Excellent Alok - I loved this starting right from the first line!
This gives an interest of tomorrow. Very nice and thanks alok :)
Pria: That means a lot .. thanx
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Andrew: Many thanks for ur encouragement
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Jyoti: Thanks a lot ... cant access ur blog yet
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Janice: I will always cherish this .. thanks
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Jeevan: Hope! and Hope! :) thanks a lot
Alok
Loved every word of it .. :)
aloks words travel far and wide into new centuries and worlds. :)
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