In the misty, cloudy night of July,
When the chilly wind made my soul creep;
The warmth of an affectionate heart
Or a generous glance was all my need.
But God also has a golden heart,
I found my prayers very soon heed.
Here came she, looking for a shack
For the clouds had started to grieve.
I looked into the ocean of her eyes,
Only to find it dark, eternal and deep.
And soon I found myself,
Entangled and captivated into a lovely maze.
It was one of the tiny innocent drops
That woke me up from my blissful sleep.
And the naughty wind playing with her locks,
Trying hard that our oceans don’t meet.
But what is it in her eyes,
That makes me feel like a lost knight.
I hope someday the same knight,
Will solve the mystery of her eyes so deep.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
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4 comments:
Though gautam states in the title of his blog that he is a poet by chance but i guess thats not the case ..........after reading the poem most of the readers would be left wanting more from the writer .......
eagerly awaiting your next creation.
rightly said ashutosh...
from nowhere he seems to be a poet by chance...
it was really superb creation...
and I thing ... out of all these 4 creations, i liked 2 of them the most... eyes so deep & smile so sweet.. even though other 2 are also gud...
truly amazing..
Ya man........the cupid has definitely struck..... :)
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