Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Aashim - fragile nights

As fragile nights play

with gray streaks,

masters meet their game.

Silence, stellar, throned.

Whirlwinds away from destruction,

the two sit,
heady in their own

pools of melody.

They sit on wild stones

and yet they sit still.

They sit on innocent fears

and misread tears

hoping to catch a glance

of settled emotions.

Careless they sit.

Is this It?

It is This.

(pause) to appreciate

a source of light,

on this fragile nightc

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