Sunday, April 8, 2012

Your Laughter-3

That noon of transition
alone I was walking down the lane
and found that the lane didn't exist..
That was but a wriggling image
of my habits
of birth and death..

And you were still laughing
somewhere very close to me 
a bit concealed yet you were caught again..
fancying you
I was revealed 
like a stream of contentment..
my whole self reposed on you..
Your laughter and my being
aah, a drop of ocean
where I found the ocean was ceasing...

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