Alone in a boisterous crowd;
A mob expecting spectacle:
Thunder, fury, blood,
Maybe more ….
Alone in a boisterous crowd
The spirit of Melinda
Has me quietly sobbing again.
What a high-fever,
What war-savagery,
Those hot-forge words were.
That left no stone un-moved,
Nobody un-damaged.
Innocence still bleeds out
As minutes become ungentle hours.
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Malinda smiled..and i smiled back… i knew that shud hv been the end of the world…i breathed again… — beautifully written..loved the piece .. 🙂
What delightful feedback; really appreciate it: thanks.
“end of the world” kept me thinking..guess i must thank u for my next..Melinda played magic..
http://ankitamtr.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/if-i-sat-by-the-lake-and-lied-about-our-love-and-life-together/
hope u like it…
Really?
I am truly flattered to be associated, in any way, with such a powerful piece of work …
Who knows where inspiration’s gonna come from eh ?
But I suspect My “melinda” post was merely the tiniest trigger.
Best wishes.
Inspirations are like flickering yet everlit candles…they glow
Thank you so much.
regards..