Like homeless cats and sparrow twitters,
I move from window to sill,
I move from window to sill,
Of pigeons in their loving days and a quietness that springs from within...
From hop to jump skipping still,
In smiles and kisses from embers still..
Of yellow teethed graves and epitaphs, all but gone..
Of yellow teethed graves and epitaphs, all but gone..
Life in its search is all but warm
In tracing the mood of fantasies still
Lovers and friends all a life time fill,
From the rubble of the storm and the peace of the calm
In shades of ashes emerge..
In tracing the mood of fantasies still
Lovers and friends all a life time fill,
From the rubble of the storm and the peace of the calm
In shades of ashes emerge..
A lifeline of hugs and lifetime of searching in the quietness of complacence it vanishes..
( Written in 2007)
Image courtesy artmight.com/Artists/Jean-Leon-Gerome/Jean-Le...
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
