May be it has come earlier
May be it comes every year…
It is the same old feeling
The same old smell
The sense of familiarity,
With this fragrance in the air,
Simply envelopes me in its awe,
Captures me all raw,
Leaves me speechless
With this beautifully strong sense of nostalgia.
The air…The ‘I know’
They flow together…
Like the river through the snow.
The still in the air
The breeze of the wind
The rustling off leaves
The whistling of the trees
The clustering of the cloud,
The pouring of the showers,
The stillness in the air,
My heart filled with the same knowing flair.
These moments seem really strange…
Really known…
The most beautiful…
And most awaited.
The feeling of unfamiliar unfamiliarity
Makes my senses go astray.
Things around seem to play a game
A puzzle not meant to be known.
There sure seems to be
Some forces at work
To inspire the same smile
The same words
The same smell
The same cold
There is something
A beautiful something…
Donno what it is-
Don’t wanna know what it is-
Beauty comes with its own mystery.
Will live the mystery
Will treasure the mystery
Unknown recurring beauty…I shall call it!
27th September 2003 - 1:29 am
Navratri started today
The same old feeling!
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