An ancient mango tree ,
ripe with summer ,
a large courtyard
full of moonlight ,
and how we played
stamping the shadows game ,
in fullness of moonlight ,
echo of waves
of peels of earthy laughter ,
and a brimming
awakening of
an intellectual fervor ,
it was an ancient call
with a blend of all .
akash
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"an ancient call"
I once heard this call
Maybe spring or was it fall?
I had a vision of it all
The laughter
The summer
The blend of all...
(((akash))) the feelings you have been evoking here lately make me so happy, there is a joy busting through... Thank You for this joy...
Dear enreal ,
It is heartening to know that it makes you happy .
And that makes me contented ,peaceful.
Yes , enreal . Once in a while
voices from the past call us
softly ......
And I have no words to describe
the unspoken....
akash
Dear brother.. I echo 'enreal's' sentiments ...its so liberating to read these soft and wonderful words... kudos
Thank you , dear dipti ,
that is a place from chronicles of past that inhabits my mind ....
a spacious house with an ancient mango tree spreading it's branches
in it's courtyard ....
children playing there all through summer ....
in the evening breeze so many mangoes fall on the ground and the children rush to pick them ...
memories of my mother looking majestic in her white silk saree with red border ...
memories of mirth and laughter ....
memories of so many unspoken intensities ....
memories of an awakening in the mind ....
part history , part present ...
akash
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