.....

Perhaps this could have stayed unstated,
Had our words turned to other things
In the gray park , the rain abated,
Life would have quickened other strings.
I list your gifts in this creation:
Pen ,paper ,ink and inspiration .
Peace to the heart with touch or word,
Ease to the soul with note and chord.

How did that walk,those winter hours,
Occasion this?No lightning came ;
Nor did I sense ,when touched by flame,
Our story lit with borrowed powers-
Rather,by what our spirits burned,
Embered in words, to us returned. - "An equal music" (Vikram Seth)

Fragment of a dream...

It is all so easy to shatter a story.....to break a chain of thought......to ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain.......to let it be..to travel with it....is much the harder thing to do".

-"The god of small Things"

BWM......

" I know not by what methods rare,
But this I know god answers prayers
I know not if the blessings sought
Will come in just the guise I thought,
I leave my prayers to him alone,
Whose will is wiser than my own."

....Dreams and Reality......

"We thought we could live in that beautiful world forever.....
But just when we felt so...

We realized it was just a dream.....

When we thought we could treasure it as a memory.....
It hurt us like a wound....
For the reality said something else...

When we thought we could forget it..
We realized it had become a part of us...

For sometimes beautiful things are just meant to be like that........."