Saturday 6 November 2010

Sat'yr of Dreams


Desperate for words  
I had been through a notion of love......
Bewildering passion that crept deep inside
Paddling in and in...

With out thee
Hue of cries and despise....
Alluring thoughts of solitude....

In darkest dreams there had been a gratitude 
But in the slightest awakening i left my soul....
oh!!!! you always been in the darkest and the lightest ....O.....all

Feathery wings had brought the altruism all the way
Beckoning me always brings you the brightest bay....
I had been in all your feel...
As you do ......

The torrent winds that made the stride......
The plethora of mind which i always hide.....
Being a  sat'yr of the dreams....flying high and high ...


-shammi muthuvel

   

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