...and then

Friday, 19 November 2010

Serendipity

I found you dusty and unkempt, under a carpet of ordinary lives.
What should I do with you, I thought.
You, a reluctant gem, you sleeping genie.

Should I dust you off and set you in my ring?
Or should I let you be to sleep peacefully,
Happy, content, unawakened?

Could I give you hand-mirror, I thought,
Just so you saw your fire, your deep red rareness?
And then kiss that flame to life only to burn in it?

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5 Comments:

Anonymous Nuttie Natters said...

Eeeeeeeeee....look who back...where have u disappeared to???

11:09 am  
Blogger Prateek Sur said...

this is an awesome piece..i luved it..
try checking out my blog and commenting on the posts..would love to hear from u..i have been following u for a long tym now and i guess someday u'll return the favour..
www.headacheandtension.blogspot.com

7:38 pm  
Blogger Abhipraya said...

I like :)

9:30 pm  
Blogger Tamanna said...

Beautiful!

3:01 pm  
Blogger The Restless Quill said...

NN: I am so glad you're glad to see me back :)

Pratik: Following me is not a favour but thank you for following me. I follow blogs I like. I checked out yours, give me a while longer, maybe I'll follow.

Abhipraya: I am glad you do :)

Tamanna: Huge strong case of writer's block, my girl. This came after much effort. And it shows. Glad you liked it.

11:56 am  

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