Dear Readers,
Some personal commitments are calling me to the city Kochin from where I will come back with few poems...for the time being,I wanted to share my personel favourite poem by Anurag.
I was intoxicated
by the night,
and by the love
and by the memory of lost loves.
How my love have gone,
tossing back their hair
like the web of memory
a shimmering melody
Only unkind words
only unkind words remain
Saluting Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost
Signing off,
Saurabh
About Me
- Saurabh
- * * * * * * * * * * * * मेरे सिरहाने जलाओ सपने. . . मुझे ज़रा सी तो नींद आए! [ Burn the incense stick of dreams closer to me. . .so that i get a little sleep,from the fragrance. . ] ~~Gulzar (In Maya Memsaab) * * * * * * * * * * * *
No comments:
Post a Comment