Friday, 22 August 2008

Footprints *

In the twilight corridors of my dreams
I search for your footprints.

Wherefrom this fragrance, faint and alluring?
A gust of wind from the wilderness of another birth,
Bringing forgotten memories on its wings...

I remember, on my frozen floor, the soft tread of your steps.

In blinking moments of revelation,
When the distant lighthouse swings its beam past my windless sail,
I quiver,
On the edge of ecstacy,
Feeling your presence in my cabin.

You elude me, like a forgotten touch,
A word,
Drifting out of reach...



balachandran v said...

Why is there such beauty in suffering? Why do we cherish pains and losses more than gains and pleasures?

P. Venugopal said...

There is something intoxicating in pain.