By no means prior to this I undergo stances in my spirit
Just the measly contemplation of a name
Be capable of making every hitch out of list…
Through sheer reflection goes missing all that was a concealed shame..
The contact which can furnish the celestial sensitivity
Formulate you sense the ecstasy and yet you are on ground
The rhythm of heart beats the unrevealed persona of blowing wind
It’s hard to interpret your self indulgence and hence you start to search it around…
Despite the fact that I let surpass this twilight
Pondering are the miscellaneous humongous thoughts
and the moment we part we hardly ever converse
For the hearts be acquainted with the real twinge and admire which the eyes just caught..
Amrita Tripathi
May 30, 2010
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