Painting by Shobha Pandit on Photoshop
From My Inner Carrel..
In soft alone moments
When even Time lies asleep,
I feel the words flutter restless
Like a bird waiting to fly,
Like unread words in a book,
Trapped feelings, never expressed,
Thoughts deep buried, forbidden fancies,
Words playing riot to break the bars
In the elongating shadows of
Quiet winter evenings and take flight,
Oh, then I am a caged bird no more.
Shobha Nayar Pandit
Comments
I like the idea of Time sleeping. I think you need to describe what a soft, alone moment is. Is it dark? Are any night insects outside? How do your walls look? How does your breath feel?
I think the comparison of the soul as a bird trying to fly is a good one. When we create it gets to fly about.
Lucy
Shobha, beautiful mind along w/ art, and words, I'm breathless just awesome and oustanding.
Ciao Ciao
LucyLove
You welcome Shobha... be blessed
LucyLove
Thanx Renee....as a matter of fact I have published a book of poems titled "Eternity and Other Poems"...but its available with my pulbisher by emailing
profsky@cal.vsnl.net.initers Workshop publications (Kolkata) can
I think the email id ive printed is faulty...the exact one is"
profsky@cal.vsnl.net.in