Sep 13, 2008

to the lamp and its light

with a flash of smile,
and seven words to be precise,
darkness sheds
to the lamp of my life

eyes met,
after having met on several occasions before
what matters is the silence
and music it whispered

familiarity reckoned
eons of knowing, while we remained strangers
coy and lost,
given into the seeking

directions faked
running in circles, as we went straight
what seemed a dream
is now a moment lit

thoughts crystallised
and once a liking, now becomes a longing
dispelling notions
of virtues and vice

taken away
to the fancied air of instinct
like a trail of beads
knows no more a thing.

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