Solace!!!
Mornings arrive with noons on heels
sun lightens up when hopes fulfil
sweet lores of delicious lives
fills all voids despair leaves
we walk hand in hand in this park
green all around flowers in bloom
there I see a magic crowd
each of us is party to
every face smiling wide
every laughter resonates
till it begins to turn yellow this stark white
oh! the goddess of twilight has been shaken
out of a slumber and she yawns
her beauty stretches far and wide
a wistful smile on her lips
I see her sip sparkling wine
her transparent throat gulps it all
minute by minute second by second
tall glass emptied till the last drop
rests on my windowsill with her lip marks intact
dusk just walks by with a sweeping hallo
here she comes the chief of pleasure queen of sorrows
walking on thin air flying about
making inroads to all broken hearts
and to those who are on the way to be broken
she sweeps time off the balance
minds waver, eyes blur, sharp lines are erased
a swish of her brow turns the town silent
yet there are some lips thirsty
some hearts pounding
waiting for a life of solace.
wow…………. i m also waiting for the magic to happen in my life… solace 🙂
it will happen. for sure.. dearie!
…magician tricks us into yet another magical dream with the swivel of her very potent magic wand…with magic intrinsic in the phrasing up of every word …
…I took a print of this and read it out while walking in the bright sun of the afternoon… I could see the unfolding of the orchestra…scene by scene…note by note…
…yes each one of us is a party to the maddening hustle and bustle of the magical crowd where…to repeat from the poetry ‘…every face smiling wide, every laughter resonates…’
…surely feminine grace appears ever enticing … be that the goddess of twilight announcing the continuous playing of the music…relishing highs and low after all the despair of not being there…has left…or be that in the form of chief of pleasure (who also doubles up as queen of sorrows … coining this phrase could not have been better 🙂 )…
…yes there’s a real thin divide between the pleasure and pain…if you find one the other is very close on heels ‘…walking on thin air flying about…’
…if there’s ecstasy in gulping and drawing contentment from each fleeting moment …lips still remain thirsty…although we may find our self totally enmeshed entirely drenched …
…probably that’s the way as things stand…Solace…yet merely a bit of it …only ‘Some Solace’…
…True Dearie Pritts pulling out wonderful swivel and swing … ‘hope to see you here 🙂
…but I too need to repeat that Babboo Bebboo anxiousness …will there ever be a blissful morning…who knows !!!