Wednesday, September 12, 2012

End of Morning raga

Non essential love survives 
in friction,
" Lakhsman Rekha"
multiplies Loneliness
day by day
day by day

That word is not said
the day comes to an end,
Heart bleeds with  Bhupali raga,
At the sunset
emptiness spreads to the horizon.

That word is not heard,
Night ends hand in hand 
with Bhairabi raga,
Tearful humming goes to sleep.
agonising " WAIT "
lives with hope
with the fragrant morning air.

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