i fly high, whooosh
seagulls wonder
eagles envy
stabbing breath. laced spirits
coy eyes, beating lashes
she curled abreast, a meandering poet
and whispered
“Love, fly”
i fly high, whooosh
seagulls wonder
eagles envy
stabbing breath. laced spirits
coy eyes, beating lashes
she curled abreast, a meandering poet
and whispered
“Love, fly”
arjun bagga 
lovely poem
-)
Ah, eagles envy…nice.
Thank you Alice.
Ahhhhh! She must be special.
She is. Love is. In fact you setting a good example, how to -)
Terrific post.
Thank you
Your photo is fantastic!!! And your words are even more so…
Travel, random pictures I took. Never knew my words and pictures will create a harmony worth sharing with friends. Thank you Clanmother. I walk away from a chaotic 2012 with a smile, having you by my side -)
Happy New Year, hopefully in the coming years you and your family be happier and be more successful.
Best wishes,
mei
Hello Mei,
Happy New Year. Thank you so much for your kind words and support.
I wish you and your family a splendid new year.
Regards
Arjun
A beautiful and magical poem to hold onto as the year ends. Thank you
That was the thought!
Thank you dear writer and A Happy New Year
Yet another intriguing surprise. Lovely.
Confession – I read your work to my mother when I call her every evening. Now retired and blind; she looks forward to my recitals. Once upon a time she was an English professor, and has published short stories, children’s stories, and poetry. For what its worth – she asked me to pass this along to you -“he has an unpretentious, tender gift”
Happy New Year 😉
Thank you Valerie.
I am overwhelmed. Seems a sign, a closure of my past, a reason to write, someone out there likes it.
A small gift, I request you to pass onto her. A poem, i wrote sometime back.
My mother gratefully accepted your gift, with many thanks. She asked that I pass this message to you – ” you were born a poet, with an insight and perspective that is a gift; questioning will only lead to self doubt.” In the next few days she is going to give me a list of publications she thinks you should submit work to.
i’m speechless. last two years, I have seethed with self doubt. Kiss her forehead and say “your eyes see what many can’t.”
Doubt is the writers poison. She had her first short story published when only 17. One of her children’s stories was published in “child craft” for the World Book Encyclopedia, her work was produced by the National Film Board. She married my father (a farmer) who thought you were lazy if you read a book. All because she doubted herself. I was 7 years old when she had her first breakdown; I watched her taken away by ambulance in a straight jacket.
The point I’m making; the message she’s giving is – embrace your destiny. 🙂
I am able to connect a few dots with “my regret”
I have no choice but write, got nothing else to do and no distractions either
I’ll do that. 🙂
That’s nice. I look forward to reading more. Enjoy the new year.
Happy new year -)
When I worked in New York there were any number of musicians who would play in the subway stations and at Penn Station. This brings it all back. Nice photo, beautiful poem. And thanks for the follow!
I’d gladly spend the rest of my life with them,
Thank you Paul and a happy new year.
If so, be sure to bring your pen and paper. Love the image and poem. Happy New Year. I hope you’re well.
I had a feeling something was amiss -)
I feel better now. Happy New Year
Auguri di buon anno!
ciao
.marta
Buon anno
E ‘stato un piacere conoscerti.
hmmm … Conosco il tuo nome per cominciare
e bellissimi i tuoi post. Un buon inizio, dico.
Arjun
Love the picture, smiles and poem!
this is my best recipe till date! -)
might you have a blessed new year…your words are strung together so beautifully…i wanted to say like pearls, they are so well–chosen. blessings on the new year. linda
Thank you Linda. I hope my writing touches a chord with you each time I post a new poem. Counting on your blessings -)
Arjun
http://sempreventophoto.wordpress.com/?p=10246&preview=true
🙂
I bet the music was wonderful.
-)