We sit side by side on the warm brick steps, a bowl of strawberry sherbet between us. A scrap of paper flutters in the breeze. Evening light skips around on the green blades and in your voice. Your laughter bursts like ice against my palate.
This moment, how do I capture this moment before it melts away.
6 comments:
Just just beyootiful. Evening light and the translucence of sherbet.
austere
i would only place the line re the struggle in present cont.- for immediacy and struggle
:) Wah!
Austereji, thanks for that Haibun bit. it's as though I got a new weapon:Derr i might abuse it for now, but who knows , with practise ..:D
Pearl, what a lovely profile pic!
reshma, I miss those rediffblogs days and all the fun we used to have there!!!!!!!!!
:-) Reshji.. beautiful as always.. Lovvved the lil poem. and the sherbet. Found u finally.
red red Mehendi, I am Onida's Neighbour :)
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