To the wild child……………………and trust me till date I have not found a word synonymous to wild child. Hence i better stick to the term "Wild Child" With her intense terminologies she deforms you in the cozy touch. Then splendidly comes the blow. The axe and two parts. Every part watching carefully, observing. Not the distance but the ordinariness they felt when engulfed. The agitation so quite. The fire so cold. The ice so dry. Words that never lie. The vision so crippled and a lighthouse. Nomads to the direction of there house. Blood marking the footnote. Rains so salty. Some day withered in the pain one shall reach the destiny.
This is dedicated to your poetries. Not that i excatly feel the same when i read all of them, but just a fragment of what came to my mind is displayed here.
Forgiveness be tendered*...............my words are at you mercy.
* just in case if you mind what i have written.
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Hey buddy, what's there to mind. I should be thanking you for your kind words. So, thanks a ton for all this and your precious time. That was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou are a good poet and i'm glad you like my writing. Thanks again.
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ReplyDeletei look forward to your post.............feel so connected when i read them......keep writing.
ReplyDeleteI will. You also keep writing. :-)
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