*That camphor light, in your tranquil eyes,
revealed everything I searched all my life,
all those fantasies that gave sleepless nights
how they all reduced to naught and ashes!
when, first we stood, lost in each other's eyes
moments flew excited like butterflies in thousands,
From the light, I realized, life began its journey first,
when the voyage reaches its last port,
the shoes hung, never to be worn again,
All sounds go down to a whisper and sink
in to the grand orchestra of silence.
I would see those flowers, that made my garden fragrant
once again, like a pantomime dance, of stars.
My wings, never opened once, will come alive and signal
it's time to soar up, up transcending the speed of light,*
**Would you make your eyes sing that song of light, you perfected,
one last time, and hold your tears?**
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 8:16 AM UTC
*That camphor light, in your tranquil eyes,
revealed everything I searched all my life,
all those fantasies that gave sleepless nights
how they all reduced to naught and ashes!
when, first we stood, lost in each other's eyes
moments flew excited like butterflies in thousands,
From the light, I realized, life began its journey first,
when the voyage reaches its last port,
the shoes hung, never to be worn again,
All sounds go down to a whisper and sink
in to the grand orchestra of silence.
I would see those flowers, that made my garden fragrant
once again, like a pantomime dance, of stars.
My wings, never opened once, will come alive and signal
it's time to soar up, up transcending the speed of light,*
**Would you make your eyes sing that song of light, you perfected,
one last time, and hold your tears?**
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