Thursday, September 18, 2008

wrapped


he trembles in the morning
when sun light…
plays with the innocent dream
of the quilt that surrounds him
the quilt says no
to the idea of leaving him ever
while sun says
now is the time
the nonconformist of the quilt
bends before
the dictator called The Sun
the naïve lover in her makes way
to the ruler called the day
so it leaves him for sometime
only to be one with him again
in nothingness of night
which becomes memorable
for the togetherness
where night plays…
the perfect host… and cradle
of the dream so innocent…

2 comments:

riya said...
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loving soul said...

oh did i miss your comment by some error... thanks for visiting my space