One of the most frequent things you do in life is to 'miss'.
A few words I jotted down some days back. These were dotty little firebugs of thoughts whizzing past my head. As if I were travelling through the birth of a new star – cosmo-jacketed and piercing through clouds of nebula dust – swooping in with a prized catch of glowing bugs attached to my black suit.
I miss the morning mist, I miss the dew.
However what's never amiss...is to miss.
I miss infant joys.
I miss my childhood laughter. I miss my mother’s caring lap.
I miss my convent, I miss kiddie friends whose faces I barely remember.
I miss my father’s jokes that he used to crack.
I miss innocent winters and dry leaves of heather.
I miss watching them and enjoy being sadder.
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8 comments:
I miss d portraits drawn....
The pictures etched in abstract..
The music of the harp,the wine shared in the tavern...
I miss your chuckle,I miss your breathe
I miss the voices of your dark..
I miss you...I love you.
Sorry if i offended you with this comment...but I meant every word & your write made me write.
I'm dazed and speechless.
I know who you are. I am expecting your mail. We can talk, 'coz the dust has settled, I believe.
The dust is yet to settle
I would like to travel to you....
This time instead of a rose please don't hold a scythe in your hand...
Incorrect grammar here. Two negations in the same sentence...hence I would infer...it would be a scythe again.
a li'l more conversation just left a resonance, the relfections of similiar feelings.
an attempt, but frail..
to sketch a memory trail
Why the hell have you stopped blogging? its going to be almost 2 months now...
I don't report to this blog....!!!
:P
Well its nice to take a break sometimes. Be all by yourself.
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