Sometimes I walk in the rain;
Feet dug into the gushing waves,
Touching my skin,
The bubbles soar to penetrate,
Deep and deep…
Into a winding cacophony;
Of a heart that listens,
And a mind that evades…
Their variance is perpetual,
And their communion is a song;
To be sung,
In a visible haze,
Synonymous to Life,
For a singular;
And an eternal Journey!
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Into a winding cacophony;
Of a heart that listens,
And a mind that evades…
And I thought that the heart was the escapist, seeking the easy way out and the mind was like a strict police guard, refraining the heart.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Well not always what is usual that happens isn't it?
Here the variance is other way round, the heart wishes to say by and the mind wants to escape... there ain't any guards between the two just a communion with slight differences Thanks! :)
"synonymous to life" yes it is!!
i wish evasion had not been there!! but that is what makes life may be wid somethings expressed n some unexpressed eternally!
very nice to read that...
n Happy Women's day palak!! :)
//Of a heart that listens,
And a mind that evades…
// I totally loved this... not the usual perception...
intriguing imagery... well written
You know words were never invented to fully explain the peaceful aura that surrounds us when we are in communion with minds of the same thoughts or with the journey as eternal as you tried describing!
Liked your post, though I really agree with Anshul's comment too.
Keep writing! :)
///Of a heart that listens,
And a mind that evades…///
exactly the state i am in...
lovely lines!!
What if the singularity is revoked;
(and)Life is transformed into-
A multitude of ephemeral journeys?
sort of pretty
beautiful and engrossing it is.. :)
ur blog is really sweet.
why did you stop blogging!
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