Beyond Reason
Like a fish frightened of the chaos
I vanished from my ornate land
I swim in the austere recesses of his mind
Kissing hyacinths of some kind
Etched on my being are numerous silent smiles
From his shaded cajoling whispers
To troubadour’s songs sung six centuries ago
Everything in my being slowly trickles and unwinds
Reason has boundaries
So he sketches my fate outside those rigid lines
As I bask in my mythic world
He stitches laces of dreams on my eyes
posted by Juhi Dua at 6:15 AM
4 Comments:
Another mesmerizing wrk ju am in love with this wrk..esp
Etched on my being are numerous silent smiles
From his shaded cajoling whispers
To troubadour’s songs sung six centuries ago..
The troubadourians were of 12th or 13th century arent they dear.. correct me if am wrong..:)
Leaving stitches of frail lace in her eyes
I continue to meander
inside her dreams,
captivated for live
I swim,
opulent recess of her thoughts
kissing the only
blossoms of her pensive mind...
10:10 PM
ya, troubadourians were lyric poets or poet musicians of France in the 12-13th century. great lyrical poetry written in provencial language... have read the translations only of course. hey and thanks for the lovely piece.
10:23 PM
Oh thought so..thanks much. You speak french then!!!
Hey glad you liked it..liked urs so much that I cudn resist myself from writing this.. .. you are most welcome
2:39 AM
Ju inspire me..come up with a post :)
3:49 AM
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