A FEW DROPS OF DEW Bound by my earth and sky, in the space of an unfathomable vacuum, the thin clouds of fertile dew-drops assembled in ones and twos over my semi-bald head, promising a heavy downpour on the pale leaves of grass at my feet, during an autumnal twilight. I was amused to perceive how these mere dew-drops could regenerate so much greenery here, there, everywhere and even on my bald- head! I was really marvelled at the sight of those dew-drops of such multiple colours creating a cascading effect in their beauty and significance. On the dark boughs of a parched gulmohar tree at my distant horizon, red petals appeared and singing birds perched merely at the feel of those moist dew droplets. And surprisingly I could also hold the fragrance of thin hairs grown around your nape with a solid passion and, singing nursery-rhymes to my utmost perfection. In the empty corridors of my ribs broken desires and disabled opportunities raised their wrinkled scalps for a few drops of dew. But, alas! i didn’t know such ethereal dew-drops could feel so insecure at the mere sight of a pregnant eastern sky.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 08:30:07 +0000
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