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?
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?
Labels: Ode to the Unordinary.
posted by Sandhya Menon @ 01:33
5 Comments:
Eeeeeeeeee....look who back...where have u disappeared to???
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..
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I like :)
Beautiful!
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.
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