Friday, November 11, 2011

Something Amiss

Lush greens,


A fantasy book in my lap,


the feel of the wild winds on my face, playing with my hair..


The air of those high hills,


The acrid salty ocean


The gentle shade of trees,


The sand in my toes,


Soil all over my clothes,


The many-hued plump clouds,


The black enveloping night,


A million stars never seen.


Tales from the jungles


Conversations with myself..


The songs in my heart


A million fluttering dreams...

9 comments:

vijay said...

Dude yet another good one. Must say u r improving.

Quaintzy Patchez said...

@vijay dude!

What are _you_ guys up to these days?

Winnie the poohi said...

:) loved it!

Quaintzy Patchez said...

@winnie the poohi

thanks >:D< but it was quite simple :P

vijay said...

What r we upto, just fixing some patches. Before we announce we have arrived. The place is done up, as far the interiors are concerned. What next? Hmmm... Shall keep u updated.

Quaintzy Patchez said...

only one more thing, VM, mind calling me _dudette_??

Rhetorical Rhymester said...

Whoa! I wish I could write like this, yes. :)

zahid said...

Lush greens,A fantasy book in my lap,the feel of the wild winds on my face, playing with my hair..The air of those high hills,The acrid salty ocean,The gentle shade of trees,The sand in my toes,Soil all over my clothes,The many-hued plump clouds,The black enveloping night,
A million stars never seen.Tales from the jungles,
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the cloud with the silver lining,
the rain with the 10 degree slant,
The incessant smell of soil,
The uninterrupted sway of leaves,
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Conversations with myself..

The songs in my heart

A million fluttering dreams...


:) Quaintzy !!

Quaintzy Patchez said...

I will consider putting this poem on my blog.. looks so much more beutiful!