The rustic sleepwalker was doing his usual rounds.Only,this time,he had his head-phones on.The wind lashing against the branches of the coconut tree,The Sleepwalker had his head-phones on.Thriving to the beats,he did not even flinch,when a little bit of coffee splurted out of the mug.The night was stormy.
This,that and a lot many things splashed past him.The guitar strums got louder and louder,the storm raging fast and furious.The soft eyes peered at him through the dark,the glint in them shimmering and sashaying.
Next morning,he woke up to the bells ringing in some distant temple.
This,that and a lot many things splashed past him.The guitar strums got louder and louder,the storm raging fast and furious.The soft eyes peered at him through the dark,the glint in them shimmering and sashaying.
Next morning,he woke up to the bells ringing in some distant temple.
6 comments:
bhery bhery fishy post...... elabotation er jonne wait kar ta hun!
Very tight. I identify. In parts.
wish i were the sleepwalker everyday!!!!
Emotions identified :)
Expressed as well as they could ever be :)
I think u don't need telling differently that the mysticism adds to the beauty!
I guess a blog is the perfect place o write all your thoughts down, which otherwise would have remained unknown for ever.
Thats me,thats me!!!...I tell ya ...thats so damn me....I imagined myself in a very very similar situation....ee!!..very strange...heehee...!!!!
Please elaborate.
:)
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