Friday, November 18, 2011

Today, When I was Coming Back

Today, when I left you and was coming back
As if all the music tumbled down the way.
The blanket of the dawn looks even moister today.

The story of the road
Where I lost my music once,
I told it to myself today.
Alas! You were not there to
Blow away the story with a smile.

What should I name this feeling of
You, not being with me -
The gloomy cloud or
The chaotic wind.
John Donne's poetry
Or Nilim da's nap.

My wheels want to break free today
Like a nomad, they wander.
Looks like the most musical poetry
Tumbles down the hill today.

BURDEN by Shobha Goswami

One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA Art Prints

my room

In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar