Saturday, February 21, 2009

Dance,with me?

Summer winds unsettling hair, speaking to the ear,
Wandering clouds, sky never getting clear.
Today it lies still, speaking no words of pretence,
In the lull of night, reflecting silence.

Gleaming in the summer sands, the glass of memory,
Brittle. Volatile. Recounting a nameless story.
Playing with yesterday when today was flying by,
Smell of her hair, memories circled near by.


I cannot see what would come, but what had gone.
Lost in translation the dreams; life of love tone.
Should I take a step back? To find you once again?
Would you hold hand once more? Would you dance with me again?

7 comments:

Usha Pisharody said...

I cannot see what would come, but what had gone.
Lost in translation the dreams; life of love tone.
Should I take a step back? To find you once again?
Would you hold hand once more? Would you dance with me again?

This stanza captures that anguish, the uncertainty so darned well!

Piquant and poignant, this one! And as lovely as ever!

MAN IN PAINTING said...

nice.
very nice.
new to your blog.
liked.

Unwritten said...

The first line did some magic !!
Words are too tempting to be read jst once..

Rozz said...

'I cannot see what would come, but what had gone.'

liked this line quite a bit.. but more than anything, liked the accompanying pic...

oo7 said...

i loved the idea of the post...

and the ending made me remember careless whisper by george michael

oo7 said...

smell of her hair...wow!!

Sashu... said...

poignant and very very tangible n tender too!! loved this one prabhu!! :)

i love de images you so very well create!!