Friday, February 17, 2006

Soaring High

Floating on ether, holding your hands, I fly in -
- the blue shades of reflecting skies in your eyes,
Letting time slip by through the spaces in my hands,
I float into the passing sands like a forgotten moment,
And I stay there, suspended between you and your love,
Waiting; Biding my time; To move closer to the latter,
I listen to your hair silently falling down your back...
Hear the sounds that your eye-lids make while blinking,
I can listen to the echoes of your whispers in my mind,
While I rise up in a callous mood, soaring high...

- Anubhav

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