Tuesday, July 28, 2009

sign

Those slender lines of crimson
That glisten both in twilight and sunshine.
Between the oceanic soul and the fistful world
Lies this chalice where love brims and overflows.
Where silence dwells as a resident
And happiness is a visitor, frequent.
Where even the breeze would pause,
For eternity, if given a choice.
Don't let it arch, ever,
This Scribbler's on a quest
To find the right words
To define this divine sign.

5 comments:

Priyanka Khot said...

Beautiful!

Loved every word of this scribble. :-)

Hope you are successful in your quest!

Rini said...

Aha! What all you do, Mr.Scribbler! :P

smriti said...

beautiful :)

sweety said...

i loved it!! :)

deep said...

I thought you were drinking from the chalice before?

'even breeze pauses for eternity if given the choice' :)

p.s: you are a poetic soul.