Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Lavender lies

 
A lake and a mountain
Painted on a snail
A vaporized sky exhaled through a flute
Music in the sweet curve of a ripple
Sound on a grain of mountain dust
Pink stardust on fingertips
Smudging the edge of notepaper
Hushed indigo of the day's goodbye
And the snail moves to Norwegian wood
 

-          Started reading it last night.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem,

Sonal Chinchwadkar said...

Wow... precious piece of writing Mukta... :)