I don't know
how long I walked
on the bridge
between eons ,
the river down
in full spate ,
dark clouds
with dazzling
lightnings
showing the way ,
the westerlies
mingling
with river spray
to cool
my flying hair .
akash
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Dear brother... you always paint a picture with your words...it is beautiful
Dear dipti ,
The painting is so very incomplete ......
it's a bridge that will never reach ....
I don't know about it's beauty !
Thank you for your beautiful words ,
akash
You have created a bridge here
brother
in these soft words
these tender images,
Deep peace, soft light,
M
Thank you , dear maithri ,
for your words , soothing as ever .
You are right . Words can actually be the bridges across separation .
It is indeed wonderful to think of it this way .
With all that it means to be alive ,
akash
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