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Of Ecstasy...



Beyond the horizon lies the gray
that rests between your feet, delicately.

Waves ripple and glide past the footsteps,
Silently washing off your prints afar,
Uncomplaining in tender reverence.

You raise your arms as if to embrace the sea.
I see twilight, I feel air gently hushing by.

The crimson Sun is at its last breath
And caresses you with quiet blessings.

As your innocence reflects upon
the gracing Sun and the soothing sea

I stand mute and mesmerized...
... Oblivious of the rest as the triad touches me

And I cry, just.


SoUmY@

[p.s. -> This post of mine is inspired by the picture atop.

I thank Jennifer for letting me share this. And this piece goes to Angel.]

Comments

Pragnya said…
ahh.....ANGEL did u say???
*winks*
lovely poem....the last line brought lumps to my throat.
Shewolf said…
your words have a healing effect.

extremely sundry.
Sashu... said…
soothing...tender....magical..ecstasy...! :)
Jenny said…
This is really really special..I cannot begin to express it in words..I can't wait till angel has a look .The poem as if was made for the moment.
Soumya said…
@Winnie

Hi :)

@ Pragsy

Lol, nothing like that. She is a kid even to you. Glad that you liked it. :)

@ Anisha

Thank you for visiting. Your words have a comforting effect if I may add.

@ Sashu

overjoyed with your presence. Thank you miss.

@ Jennifer

Yes please bring in my chief guest here. And you do not need to say anything either. Thank you.
Shal said…
This was breathtaking ! :)
Anonymous said…
that was captivating .. i was just lost in the poem ..

ps: blogrolling you :) so keep sharing your wonderful words !
Muse said…
Sheer Magic!!!!So tender :-)
Usha Pisharody said…
Amazingly magical.

This moving and tender poem, makes me cry too.

Jenny, your daughter is so beautiful, and this poem is so perfect for her :)

The triad of the sun sea and her, is a moving picture too!
Madeeha said…
The photograph indeed brings so much into one's heart. You've worded it beautifully Soumya :)

Jenny, your Angel os so angelic. I thank Soumya because of whom I got to see her with the setting sun and flowing breeze...
Jenny said…
Not all gifts are giftwrapped.
Some come as blessings in disguise..

Thanks for this joyful experience once again.I am overwhelmed..
this was so touching... and so beautiful..
The loss we actually gain as life passes have such beauty attached to them...
meenakshi
Rukhiya said…
Beautiful,just. :)
IF a moment could stop by to blow such ecstasy on us, we'd be grateful to the 'Create'or, just, as much as we are to the creator of this piece. :)
HaRy!! said…
whoa, the pic & the lines...beautiful! good one!

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