Wednesday, 8 August 2012

The Clepsydra's eye.


Did a look between us pass?
Like Wine in a falling glass
Or music suddenly hushed
A Last Supper rushed.

There is no place we might belong
Nor night to a nuptial song
Nor Time to teach to cry
The Clepsydra's eye.

2 comments:

  1. http://elisafreschi.blogspot.in/2012/10/sarasvatis-limbs-in-vedantadesikas.html?showComment=1351799062180

    [It would be easier for me to write poetry in Sanskrit because of it's obvious advantages.]

    Prove it. Dare ya.

    [I struggle to achieve the same thing in English]

    Proven.

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  2. Touche. Come to think of it, I had a mate worked for Touche Ross.
    Always wanted to say that. And now I have. One less thing on my bucket list. Still..

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