Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Nascent wishes
At times I wish I were
An angel who comes in a child's dream and sough sweet nothings;
A bopping butterfly honey-suckling the succour from pretty flowers;
A spiffing silver lining piercing through the nimbus clouds;
A silken tube rose bloomed alone on wet stems fondled by showers;
A raindrop on a parched, limp leaf with specks of dust as embellishments;
A shooting star whizzing past the bedecked night sky for the superstitious;
A smile to lighten up the downcast temples of orphaned babies;
If I were such thousand forms apart from being me, I would have been fascinated by the 'me' because being born as a human being is a bliss --- I can perceive all that the world has to offer and store them in my mind for "recollections in tranquility"
3 Comments:
nice....very nice, but i wish I were a bird, cutting through the wind in the open skies. for that kind of freedom, i dont mind not being a human.
hmm. Beautiful lines.
Dream land ? :)
gr8 thoughts!
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