Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I still stand there


I still stand there where you left me;
Holding the burnt ashes, those now lie in tiny fragments in the middle of my fingers

I still stand there with bare feet, under the sheet of dry autumn leaves
The sound of the crunching leaves, still fresh in my ears
The moment of your departure is marked by the silence in the air and I stand dead…still!

The rain drizzles from the light clouds and I take refuge for my tears
The weeping of the heart is still the same,
That of the eyes has somewhat dimmed.

Youth went in the pleasure of your faithfulness and the days to come will go by in the sweet memories
Then what is it that I search in this floral tapestry?

The wind touches my feet and the leaves crawl down beneath,
The sighs of the wind are in harmony to the sighs I have within
It is a magic or nature
A miracle or my belief
That you have long gone but I find you standing there...STILL!!

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Everyone needs a place in their life where they can go to escape the demands of family and work, enjoy some adult time and be free from the daily grind. Psychologists call it ‘the third space’ because most people spend the majority of their lives in two places – home and work. A third space provides a haven from these places of responsibility, where we can chill out and indulge our leisure interests. For me, my third space is my blog. It is without doubt the most important part of my world.

Somewhere faraway; As I sit to feel the silence, My thoughts are carried away by THE WHISPERS OF MY HEART!!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I still stand there


I still stand there where you left me;
Holding the burnt ashes, those now lie in tiny fragments in the middle of my fingers

I still stand there with bare feet, under the sheet of dry autumn leaves
The sound of the crunching leaves, still fresh in my ears
The moment of your departure is marked by the silence in the air and I stand dead…still!

The rain drizzles from the light clouds and I take refuge for my tears
The weeping of the heart is still the same,
That of the eyes has somewhat dimmed.

Youth went in the pleasure of your faithfulness and the days to come will go by in the sweet memories
Then what is it that I search in this floral tapestry?

The wind touches my feet and the leaves crawl down beneath,
The sighs of the wind are in harmony to the sighs I have within
It is a magic or nature
A miracle or my belief
That you have long gone but I find you standing there...STILL!!

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