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Thursday, 24 December 2015

A DAY..


Young chirpy dawn’s
Untutored virgin rays
Sidled through threshold
And vanished soon
As their master strong
Went oblong

Day grew through
Some cold nibbles
And tasteless brew
A tempest of thoughts
Groped for an idea
As if a microseism lost
In a pile of papers

Mellow dusk blushed
Hidden behind curtains
Unnoticed..


Note: This poem was published in the literary journal Muse India




30 comments:

  1. Sweet with strands of lurking romance!

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    1. Glad you saw it here:) Thank you Uppal ma'am:)

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  2. Brilliant! Very lovely play of words! :)

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  3. I'd like to grasp this line in its entirety: "Untutored virgin rays"

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    1. Mera likhna saarthak hua! Thank you Ravish:)

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  4. Nice one Amit, it is like painting a picture with words, loved the last few lines especially - mellow dusk blushed..

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    1. I'm so glad you liked, Vinay:) Thanks a lot:)

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  5. What a beautiful description of a day - and yes a day in which an idea spawns up becomes even more beautiful :)

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    1. Thank you Somali:) Glad you liked:)

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  6. Thoughts despairing to ideate...very nice expression. I think we all go through such phases. More so for writers of your stature!!

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    1. Thank you Geetashree:) Glad you liked:)

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  7. Brilliant verses that range from the sublime to the torrent...

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