Of evenings unnamed
… It was a moonlit night
Stars shining
Breezing
Windy cold winds
An unexpected winter in a city unknown to seasons
The city
A lovely city
Establishments..
Monuments..
And Achievements…
A city where the night fires never burn out
Of travels and voyages..
Pilgrims
And Sinners
Immigrants
And Dreamers
Two lost souls
Obscured in ancience
What is to be?
Of what has become
Oblivious of both
Of what binds them….
Of what separates…
Of what is lost…
Of what remains….
Unknown …
All of it unknown…
One speaks of the Rain..
Ceaseless
And endless
Clouds….
Dim
Silent
Immense
He speaks of lands
Far off lands..
Grassy
Vegetative
And green
He speaks of the dust
Of the cowboys
Their stories
Legends..
And myths
He speaks of forbidden love
And of forbidden women
Sinister glances
And expressions….
Love..
Their love…
Unabashed love..
Uncontrolled love
Fake love..
Fickle love..
Stale love…
Passionate fakeness..
Passionate love….
Yet there’s the love we all look for…
Yes there’s the love forever…
The other one speaks of the city of temples
Of sculptures
And sculptors..
Artisans
And Courtesans …
Musicians
And poetesses..
She speaks of the chandeliers..
Tinkle tankle..
Shapely
Neatly
Glass cut sounds of crystal
Unmatched in clarity
Grandeur
Burning bright
Immaculate magnificence.
She says…she likes looking at them
Staring at them for hours..
She says she likes the flute
It reminds her of something
A song probably..
Old
And cherished
A memory that fades not.
She talks of dreams
Her dreams
Vivid ….
Blurred….
Hated ….
Coveted ….
Dreams of deep slumber
Dreams of wakefulness
He says he cheated his lover
She says love in turn deceived him
Therefore he looks for what he had found already
She says
Its proposition
A manoeuvred tragedy
His watchful eyes cannot see
Every day that ends
Every moment that passes by
Love deceives
Future conceals
And life teaches..
And we…
We yield to each and every
We yield to all..
A moonlit night it was…
Stars shining
Two lost souls
Unknown to the world
And to each other unknown
Star gazing
And Conversing
Parallel conversations..
Seamless
Loveless
And luckless…..
Dedicated to a splendid evening spent with a dear friend on the gliding rocks of Nariman Point.
Stars shining
Breezing
Windy cold winds
An unexpected winter in a city unknown to seasons
The city
A lovely city
Establishments..
Monuments..
And Achievements…
A city where the night fires never burn out
Of travels and voyages..
Pilgrims
And Sinners
Immigrants
And Dreamers
Two lost souls
Obscured in ancience
What is to be?
Of what has become
Oblivious of both
Of what binds them….
Of what separates…
Of what is lost…
Of what remains….
Unknown …
All of it unknown…
One speaks of the Rain..
Ceaseless
And endless
Clouds….
Dim
Silent
Immense
He speaks of lands
Far off lands..
Grassy
Vegetative
And green
He speaks of the dust
Of the cowboys
Their stories
Legends..
And myths
He speaks of forbidden love
And of forbidden women
Sinister glances
And expressions….
Love..
Their love…
Unabashed love..
Uncontrolled love
Fake love..
Fickle love..
Stale love…
Passionate fakeness..
Passionate love….
Yet there’s the love we all look for…
Yes there’s the love forever…
The other one speaks of the city of temples
Of sculptures
And sculptors..
Artisans
And Courtesans …
Musicians
And poetesses..
She speaks of the chandeliers..
Tinkle tankle..
Shapely
Neatly
Glass cut sounds of crystal
Unmatched in clarity
Grandeur
Burning bright
Immaculate magnificence.
She says…she likes looking at them
Staring at them for hours..
She says she likes the flute
It reminds her of something
A song probably..
Old
And cherished
A memory that fades not.
She talks of dreams
Her dreams
Vivid ….
Blurred….
Hated ….
Coveted ….
Dreams of deep slumber
Dreams of wakefulness
He says he cheated his lover
She says love in turn deceived him
Therefore he looks for what he had found already
She says
Its proposition
A manoeuvred tragedy
His watchful eyes cannot see
Every day that ends
Every moment that passes by
Love deceives
Future conceals
And life teaches..
And we…
We yield to each and every
We yield to all..
A moonlit night it was…
Stars shining
Two lost souls
Unknown to the world
And to each other unknown
Star gazing
And Conversing
Parallel conversations..
Seamless
Loveless
And luckless…..
Dedicated to a splendid evening spent with a dear friend on the gliding rocks of Nariman Point.
Comments
Like it wouldn't end...
It breathes into you a feeling you just cant fight back...
With that brush in your hand...of all the pictures that you create...
This one's a lill special...
For reasons that need not be explored...
@shrimoyee: strange i didnt mention it 2 u..
@minakshi: it lingers, it woundn't end, lil spcl indeed... bt reasons i dun intend 2 find,its a memory.. wat gud is it neways...