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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Captured..

A girl lying by the sea-shore, yearned for something pleasant.In her wishes she did not divide it to good or bad.The evening turned out with a bitter mood making everything just the reverse of what she thought.But then came the moon in the twilight and bathed her in its glow and wish.She was captured and merged finally with the dark night.


    Merging were the colors of horizon;
Riveted was my soul from his.
Idiorhythmic was my heart and soul.
Galliard evening that had begun,
Accomplishing was with a different tone.
Nacarat sun was hiding behind sea. 
Kamerad to time it did.
Dolce mood turned virulent,
upturning everything in scene.
Bleak light glowed in the twilight,
enthralling was the cheerful moon.
Yerked the darkness me to itself.

P.S.-Some words aren't of the language called English,so i am writing the meanings so that there remains no confusion.
Idiorhythmic    self-regulating
Galliard           Lively
Nacarat           Bright-orange red
Kamerad         surrender
Dolce              sweet
Yerk               to bind



1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

The moon, it has always been entrancing and enchanting. Perhaps, when people named epilepsy as being moonstruck, they did it right... it's beautiful and worth falling in love with.
So are these lines, yours. Very well.

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete