Tuesday, May 3, 2011

if only..


like a clover. in a cloud of breeze. i pretend. to let it glide, in ease. now i see a distance. in between times, laid by tears. of an arcane mind. reaching out, hands collide. on to wistful tales.

if only..  

8 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

Aparna, I like this. It has something that has me searching for words.

Claudia said...

nice one aparna - your words were gliding like the drifting clouds..

Brian Miller said...

if only...you create a tender moment than take it away with that last line...nice.

Italo said...

so poetic.

Chris G. said...

A touch of imagination, tender and sweet...the mind is a beautiful place, the things we can almost see when we try...

Emily Young said...

this is beautiful... it capture such longing.

Matt Coughlan said...

if a mind floats as
wind upon the breath of the
moon, will it realize?

Adrian L. said...

Very good photo and text.