'You owe this to yourself too'was spoken out of conviction and the rightly placed faith,that could trigger a life.
There is a unique lyricism in the way he speaks.Something of the sort that does not rhyme,yet making each word a tune in itself.The slowness wrapped with frank rigidity,and the sounds of confusion in the voice, confirming his human-ness and otherwise ..the eternal noise.
While the closed eyes tried to protect the truthfulness of his voice,the ears heard heavens swinging in bliss.And the wind blew harder,chilling the soul yet setting ecstasy free.
There was silence..finally that spoke of timelessness and our perfect encounters with voicelessness.
In the heat of sounding right i was taken aback to save some doubts.The doubts that came from faithlessness,to induce the urgency of establishing faith.
He chuckled and smelled of a ripen ego.
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7 comments:
i wonder how many of us are as blessed as this, who feel this way...and abhor being as blessed as this ;)
calm sinister elegant ....
this could ve been written by the devil or some rogue angel that shapeshifts into your words.. this was wonderful ekta.
i heard abstraction is high art! im closing in!
@ poison coated elixir
Am honoured.thanks so much!!
@ crimsonflaw
its only my pleasure that u happened to read it. :)
@ Vishwanath
:) nice u came across.thank you.
A thought provoking post.You have a wonderful blog.
God bless.
Cant stop smiling.
@surjit
Thanks so much :)
@ phoenix
ah! keep smiling :):)
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