Monday, May 10, 2010

Chaotic solitude





                                                                                                                                                          


Discordant  moments,
Wind through the chimes
Hanging outside my door.
A chanced melody
Which disturbs the ear
And confuses the heart.
Two drops of rain
Hasten to leaf's end,
Etching watery trails
Converge then separate
To paint a portrait
Of chaotic solitude.

Life, the wordless poem,
Rhymes with nothing,
Obscure in meaning
With no beginning
And no ending
But flowers to infinity.



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  1. Gazal BharadwajSeptember 5, 2010 at 11:39 PM

    With no beginning
    And no ending
    But flowers to infinity...
    Beautiful.

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