Every night a poignant soul
walks out to the lure of the moon
the locus of whose betrayal
carves an arc
around
His timid existence
and
calls it hope....
Hope that it shall go shallow
what a beautiful and powerful link you have created between a phase of the moon and a state of the mind... the image is so poignant like that soul... :)
what a beautiful and powerful link you have created between a phase of the moon and a state of the mind... the image is so poignant like that soul...
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'the locus of whose betrayal
carves an arc'
really loved this part!
manik... this is one of your best...
thanku for coming here again....teacher...always looking forward to your views....and i'm glad you liked it.....
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ReplyDeletecrow is honored to be quoted in manik's blog...
you are a gem!
that image came to me while reading your works... i felt your words were soaking up the juice of life so softly and tenderly...
well a promise is a promise....n i guess now the definition of this idea is complete.....thanks to crow....
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