cest la vie!
gauri, this is stunning. 'the stench of night' is already such a powerful term, and then takes on a whole new angle in the light of the last line.i am sorry, though, for whatever pain birthed such lines.
One has to wake up each morning forgetting about the past.Very touching!
Kaalicharan-- tht's the truth I accepted long back :)Baruk- you are my friend you reads not words but wht makes them. thanks...Chandrika-- thanks. yours is a wonderful blog.
I sense something deeply agonising has happened. Am glad that you have woken up to face a new dawn.Best wishes.
lovely poem, sugar-coated pain.
Beautiful one. The new dawn truly breaks a new day for us.
Dear Gauri......Very painful, truthful, and hence touching.....the plant below the bud, the soil, the world and the God too want the bud to blossom , shading out the memories of pains and the pricks.....Baba.
very touchingnice poem
sometimes, i am a night person, and to me, it is quite fragrant :) may the stench go away and be replaced by some fragrance in your life soon!
And thank God for that! When I used to feel low, I used to console myself saying tomorrow will come soon enough. Your poem was really bang on!
thanks for you sweet words at this point of time Gauri !!this piece of poetry looks like you had a painful experience ... i'd just say...wake up to the new morning ..to the sunshine !!
Yose, Mesjay, Abhishek- Thanks for keeping this space alive with your kind words.Baba, SM- thanks.dharma-- i caught the fragrance once. :)homecooked- never have i waited for dawn so much.Sangeeta- the way you have dealt with your loss gives me strength in a strange, remote way.
Nice one.**actually better than nice, but I'm not very good with compliments
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