“Often an
ocean of words is born
Out of a
drop or two of tears
Out of a
moment or two of solitude
Out of a
death or two as we live through
Through several
questions and answers few
As we watch
ourselves drown
In a glass
of scotch or two
Making love
with a night or two
And while the
sun shines across the horizon
The sea
appears nothing but a mirage
In a desert,
where even shadows die as just
Waiting for
the dusk, to soak the dust
As the
darkness melts one in a drop or two
One often finds
himself drenched
In an ocean
of words anew…”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
23/04/2016
Insightful and inspiring words - masterful and authoritative work.
ReplyDeleteThank you John!
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