Thursday, May 19, 2011

For my Brother.....



O my unceasing beaming thought....
take me with your feathery soft breeze....
to the memory lane
where resides he.....
my Brother...

he says....
climb Himalayans with sanguine
and you pulled me back...
to plains.....
may be a long void beneath
separates our path...

he says....
you are true...
and you still could not convince me.....
about the colour of blotted mirror..
not only his but my face
looked hazy.....

I say......
many a times....
make my epistles wash out in Indus...
towards your skyline.....
and yet I don't know
what he did...

he was too anxious...
yet you could not convince me.....
how long it would take...
a river to form glacier.....
or the glacier to make my ocean.....

I am not in hurry........
waiting .........
waiting indefinitely...
may be that's my only folly...
but I swear I have seen...
you and him....
beyond any palpable envisage.....
ever and ever.....

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