Shrouded hilltops with layers of mist,
The sun now renders an ominous glow,
The greatest love, old stories insist,
Stem from the will to never let go.
He stands still, basking in God’s downpour,
Face - resolute, he can afford not a fail,
Rooted in belief, he is planted on the floor,
That with passing time, is seeming frail.
On the other side, look up eyes of hope,
She knows not the test he has embraced,
A wild heart; she watches bird flocks elope,
With a lull in the pour, clear air surfaced.
Their time is now, his heart consoles,
Stand strong; for it is the will to hold on,
When shards of pain pierce insoles,
They take you on paths lesser mortals scorn.
United by this hill, separated as well,
Two beating hearts cry out as one,
With passing hours, the rain does not quell,
Love clouds have mellowed the wrath of the sun.
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6 comments:
Hey I was looking for a "fingers of God" pic for one of my post and couldnt find it. This one is perfect!
Liked it a lot ! Am reading your work after quite a long gap and it feels so refreshing ! :)
Wishing for more of this weather and hence your posts ;)
@shirley: one is glad to be of service.. :) U only liked the pic eh?
@piyu: thanks a lot :) will write as often as I can.
I like your blog!!
Check mine out :)
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It's great to be back here :)
The pic and the words, totally in sync :D
My fav line:
"The greatest love, old stories insist,
Stem from the will to never let go."
@blunt bhai: thanks a lot dude.. :)
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