of salted pears and q uietude
wet with rainy nostalgia
of awed silence awed silence and bliss
under flourescent stars
of a lazy no where
stringed with silvery nothings
of an illuminated m ystery
behind the cloud-ringed mountains
of s catter ed music notes
its plural complexities perfected
of b reathing about bombay
to be taken along and not sent
of the essence of time gone gone gone by
and revelling it in the now
of a million minutes past you and me
within a universe of four walls
an ode to the cusp of a saturday-sunday with sharan at her place
wet with rainy nostalgia
of awed silence awed silence and bliss
under flourescent stars
of a lazy no where
stringed with silvery nothings
of an illuminated m ystery
behind the cloud-ringed mountains
of s catter ed music notes
its plural complexities perfected
of b reathing about bombay
to be taken along and not sent
of the essence of time gone gone gone by
and revelling it in the now
of a million minutes past you and me
within a universe of four walls
an ode to the cusp of a saturday-sunday with sharan at her place
its...
ReplyDeletesalted tears with solitude...
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ReplyDeleteThey're called binette in French, and are used when you can't say all of what you're feeling.