Monday, January 19, 2009

Silently in solitude.

Me, Woken up on a cold midnight
Haunting thoughts hunted my sleep,
Opening my windows, the winds kissed me,
The leaves rustled playing silent symphonies;
Me, acquainted with clouds and breeze,
Stood mesmerized blissfully and silently in solitude.

- Indrajit Kamalanathan

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