That line where the orange and the blue of the sky merge and give birth to a honey brown colour that reminds you of a mix-n-match of your half-baked dreams and ember-like desires
That music which engulfs you like the velvety warmth and becomes the droplet in the corner of your eyes
That imagination when you see the magpies have joined wings to make a bridge for you to meet your beloved
That conversation which begins with how-are-you and ends with I-am-fine, yet the in-between silence keeps chattering and speaking thousand words
That memory which grows a banyan tree in the mind, and your slightly-wrinkled forehead quivers, struggling to fathom if it's a joy or a sorrow
'That' is what it is all about!
Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm. I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
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Saturday, November 30, 2019
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4 comments:
Moon, it is so wonderful to find you here this morning. The images in your piece are so beautiful....the bridge of magpies, and, especially the banyan tree grown in the mind. Just wonderful.
That first line is enchanting and the lines that follow keep me entranced. :)
Moon, my comment seems to have not made it. Will try again. It is so lovely to see you here this morning. I love the bridge of magpies and the memory that grows a banyan tree in your mind. Wow! Your imagery is wonderful!
What a beautiful monologue, how beautiul silence can be when you are with your lover and each glance, each touch and each look say so much more than words.
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