10 years ago...
you are a vision.
an apparition.
an illusion.
you are my dream.
untouched.
unreachable.
a wiff of fancy
turning into fantasy.
you come to me
on wings
of vagary.
I look.
you never fail
to vanish.
an apparition.
an illusion.
you are my dream.
untouched.
unreachable.
a wiff of fancy
turning into fantasy.
you come to me
on wings
of vagary.
I look.
you never fail
to vanish.
posted by anumita at 1:49 pm
19 Comments:
Nice...indeedy,dreams do vanish,always,don't they?
"10 years ago" ... that is what has left me clueless... the rest of it seems to point to something, but the title changes it back to a haze, much like what it must be to you right now :)
Nice :) you must poem more often.. :) Horu maas dangor mass. maas maas maas... hahaha !!! Bangalore ahi ja.. beer can khulim party korim.. Rocks roi asse kiba occasion or karone.. :)
I just wanted to stop by and say thanks for visiting my blog and the nice compliment. No, I don't write professionally.
this was so poignant. thank you for writing it.
is ur break anything to do with turning the fantasy into reality??
bips
NICE..HOPE ENJOYING LIFE UNBURDNED WITH WORK. Did you hear "CELTIC WOMEN" when your friend "cat" came to visit? Five very very beautiful Irish women with sweetest voices made a CD and you may like it!
Hidden poetic talents !! :) We want more.
This is lovely poetry. AHA! So I see you are multi-talented.
Thanks for being such a faithful visitor to my blog ~ always appreciated!
was the dream realized.. ?
Nice.. very nice :)
Beautiful. Conveys so much in so few words.
:-)
hey my comment has vanished! :(
anyway...its beautiful how you have captured the essence of elusiveness. excellent.
Talk talk!
Very, VERY, nice.
That was beautiful!
amitl: Not always. Not always.
sudipta: VERY similar to something I wrote 10 years ago in my diary.
pallavi: Ahim, beer khabo ahim. Tohot maas mangso khai ghuri aah!
dl: Then you should start. :)
transience: thanks. :)
bips: Now that you mention, maybe yes, fantasy remaining signs of remaining just that!
venkat: No, it was the cow, not cat. And we didn't really discuss music in the little time we spent together.
rat: We try, you know. :)
gangadhar: Thank you.
raxterize: I guess, we can take a little liberty when we write our own poetry. The "h" made the word look harsh, so I did away with it.
weary hag: I love your blog, so I go. Thank you for letting us read.
hope n love: Nope.
amitken: Thank you.
shlok: Thank you and welcome.
stone: :-)
gulnaz: Comment disappeared? Thanks to the brilliant writer herself.
100hands: Too late now. Welcome.
mint, boabhan sith: Thanks, guys.
really nice.good inspiring thoughts.
someone once said good times dont remain for long and so do bad times.
sctually its none others thought than mine. :)
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