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Saturday, February 7, 2009

Nomadic Verses

I think this is not the mood to be..
But nomads have neither moods nor place.
Living every single day
In its single - limitless way

A life where one day melts into the other
But forms a mosaic on the sands of time
Were he to barter even a day in this time
He wouldn’t give one for a million or a dime!

His wings might be clipped for flight
But sky is not the limit for him
Rising falling in his own emotions,
A nomad goes a thousand excursions..

Happy with the freedom of one
Bound with chains of none
He feels it flowing under his veins
Nomadic tunes of dunes and rains.

3 comments:

Sriram Agrawal said...

THE WRITER IS SO FRANK SO FREE
THAT SHE HAS NO WORRIES TO PLEA
JUST LIKE A BREEZE OF AIR SHE COMES
AND WRITES ALL THAT A PERSON FEELS YET NEVER MENTIONS....OOOPS...

I GoT CARRIED AWAY WID UR nomadi verses.. good one...

ou phrontis said...

very very pretty mon cherie :)

i love the last para and especially the last line... also the "mosaic on the sands of time"... the emotion of the 3rd para... :)

thorough post mortem type comment eh !?

Anshika said...

loved it...really nice!!