Recess Files... Contd...
The Spirits know no solace,
They dance a broken dance,
Around me, Around shadows of gods,
Swirling...
Twirling...
And so they rejoice when it thunders,
In the rain they prance,
Each droplet, carrying whispers of bliss,
Dripping...
Washing...
And so they gravitate,
To a sad soul, who too, knows no calm,
And fill in it the fleeting moment of purpose,
Pleasing...
Fulfilling...
PS: and i thought i was incapable of depressive thoughts... but make what you will of this... all i know is that this is some form of spirituality i will not explore further... i dont understand it too well... pic by ramu...
posted by Ozair at 10:17 AM
4 Comments:
you already know what i think.
sex blogger: and now i rejoice:) thanks :)
sadaf: and u know how i appreciate your company... :D
Ozair, I don't find this depressing at all. I find it very comforting. The sympathy of the rain is a tonic to the troubled soul.
The picture is also lovely. Is there somewhere on the web where I can see more of Ramu's pics?
osquer42: thanks... :) i guess i was depressive when i wrote it... so it makes it sorta deprssive for me... and ramu's stuff... check him out at www.deviatart.com :D
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