Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Dedicated to Avan

You, a dream that burns on in slumber and wake
Wrought in whose blaze, 'morrow's memories held at stake
The thirst of this longing may no fulfilment slake
And no delight surpass this priceless heartache

Reason and rhyme lost in mind's hazy hue
In shrouds of night mists, crazed notions ensue
Patterns I seek in sane moments so few
What is it that enthralls - this turbulence or you?

- Aval


Blogger avan said...

:) Beautiful. As with everything else about you, intense and quick with the promise of a lot more where this came from. What is unsaid is probably even more beautiful.

20 December, 2006  

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